Interlude: The Tale of Jastira: Part 1 – The Quest Begins

Note: This interlude begins immediately after the last story involving Jastira in Aegor, in The Tale of Delsanra. It thus begins months prior to the events in the most recent tales.

Jastira was whimpering fearfully in her sleep, and Berold gently nudged her awake. Jastira’s eyes shot open fearfully, but when she realized where she was, she relaxed and she nuzzled closer to Berold. “Another bad dream?” he asked her softly.

Jastira nodded. She had dreamt she was back in the orc fuck pit again. That was usually her nightmare whenever she had nightmares. She nuzzled closer to Berold and closed her eyes. Being in his presence made her feel safe. She knew she had to get back to sleep. Tomorrow was a big day. For weeks, she and four other elf maidens that had escaped the orcs had been living with a group of human refugees who had managed to escape from the small village of Penrith when it was sacked by the orcs. They were now hidden away from the orcs in an old farm in the conquered human kingdom of Jorshah. They knew that they could only stay hidden there forever. Orcs had largely abandoned the area, as they focused their attention on invading Elevosia. But eventually, Jastira feared the elf and human refugees would be discovered. Orc and goblin patrols and raiding parties still passed through Jorshah. If they ever came across the farm, Jastira’s nightmare of returning to the fuck pit would become a reality. And Berold, the human knight whom she had grown to love, would almost certainly be killed, along with the other male human refugees she had grown close to.

But Berold had come up with a plan, to try to forge an alliance, between the elves of Elevosia and the humans that remained on Aegor, to unite to destroy the orcs. And to seize from the orcs the portal between this world and the elves’ world. But to do any of that they needed to learn how to control the portal. Which meant they needed to find priests or priestesses from the Cult of Ug’dromon. It was that cult, based in Jorshah, which had opened the portal between the two worlds in the first place. But the orcs had sacked the cult’s main temple, enslaved or killed all of the priests and priestesses there, including its High Priestess, and taken control of the portal.

But Berold had suspected that other smaller temples of the cult likely were still out there. The orcs had sacked much of Jorshah. They had taken the capitol and killed the royal family. Killed and enslaved many of the kingdom’s subjects. But they had turned to the elf world before they finished the job. Many parts of Jorshah had remained relatively unscathed. So Berold assumed there had to still be cultists out there. And that perhaps some of them would know how to control the portal, or open a new one. One of Berold’s soldiers, his righthand man Gotfrid, had found a map showing all of the temples of the Cult of Ug’dromon spread out throughout Jorshah. Berold and another dozen of his soldiers were planning to travel throughout the kingdom to try to find some surviving cultists. But Jastira and two of the other elf maiden refugees had insisted that they also go. All three of them understood that they would remain safe and free here for only so long. They only way they would remain permanently safe would be to help defeat the orcs.

Jastira had not known any of the five elf maiden who now stayed on the farm prior to her escape from the orcs, including the two others that had agreed to join on the quest to find the portals. All of them were like Jastira, and had escaped the orcs in the chaos of when an elvish army from Argothrond had attacked the orcs at the portal. And all of them had eventually found their way to the refugees from Penrith. But the five elf maidens had grown close. Jastira was glad two of them would be joining this important quest. One of those two was named Nimeroni. She had been a wealthy elf from the kingdom of Alyoshara, but had been staying in an inn in Argothrond when she was kidnapped by goblin spies who were scouting Elevosia soon after the orcs took the portal. Nimeroni had the same red hair that the royal family that ruled Alyoshara. Given that and the wealth she had described as having, Jastira suspected she might have been a cousin or some other relative to the kingdom’s monarch. But Nimeroni did not like to talk about her past. It was not surprising. It was a reminder of what she had lost when she had been abducted and then spent a couple nightmarish months in a fuck pit, just like Jastira.

The other elf maiden joining the quest was Issarel. She had been a soldier in the Argothrond army but had had been captured by the orcs and had spent weeks in the orc fuck pit. Issarel was quiet, likely from the trauma she had suffered in that pit. And she had seen many of her fellow soldiers slaughtered by the orcs. Jastira knew that they had all suffered great trauma. As had their human compatriots from Penrith that were now their friends. It was that shared trauma, cased by the orc scourge, that united all of them.

Berold had tried to convince the three elf maidens not to join the human soldiers on this quest. He insisted that the cultists were very dangerous and would likely prey upon any elf maiden they found. Indeed, it had been the cults, along with soldiers of the corrupt King Otto, who had first travelled through the portal and enslaved the first elf maidens to give to the orcs.

But the three elf maidens insisted that they go. They were willing to risk it because they knew the risks were also high that the orcs would eventually find them here at the farm and re-enslave them. And it was their world in Elevosia, including their own friends and family, that were now under threat by the orcs. Jastira had reasoned with Berold that if the humans managed to open a portal, they would need elves to travel with them. Berold and his men were former soldiers from Jorshah. Though they were not some the same corrupted units that had infiltrated the elf world and kidnapped and enslaved elf maidens, Jastira had reasoned with Berold that the elves they came across might not appreciate the distinction. They would need elf maidens travelling with them though the portal, to explain to the elves that Berold and his men were friends, not foe. Eventually Berold had relented. Jastira suspected that in the end, Berold had realized that staying hidden in the farm in Jorshah would not provide any more safety than going on the quest. As dangerous as the Cult of Ug’dromon was, any orcs or goblins patrolling the kingdom looking for slaves would be even more dangerous. Plus, Berold had fallen in love with Jastira and she knew he liked her at his side. And indeed, Issarel and Nimeroni had likewise each grown close to human soldiers that were under Berold’s command. Among the human refugees, there were not many women, as most of the women from Penrith had been captured and enslaved. So, it was only natural for some of the human men to grow close to the elf maidens that now lived with them on the small farm. Jastira knew that Nimeroni and Issarel were also accompanying human soldiers with whom they had grown close.

Jastira was scared but determined. She did not care about opening the portal to return Elevosia. She had nothing to return to there. Shortly after her escape from the orcs, Jastira had learned that her old village of Olfe Serine had been sacked by the orcs after her abduction. She knew that her father was almost certainly dead. Everyone she knew from the village was likely dead or enslaved. And Jastira had a new life now, with Berold. But she still cared deeply about the elves of her world and she would do what she could to vanquish the orcs threatening them. And those same orcs threatened her and those she cared about here in her new world of Aegor. If finding these human cultists might provide a means to defeat the orcs, Jastira was willing to take whatever risks were necessary.

She tried to clear her mind so she could fall asleep again. Berold had his arms wrapped around her and he squeezed her, and it helped her relax. She fell back asleep.

…………….

It was the next day. The thirteen human soldiers and three elf maidens had begun their quest. They travelled north together but after only a few miles they split up in pairs. Each had a copy of the map that Gotfrid had found, and each pair was heading to different cult temples on the map. They hoped to cover more ground this way but the bigger reason is that they knew the dangers of travelling. By splitting up, they hopped there was a better chance that at least some would make it without being captured by orc or goblin patrols. And they knew that smaller groups had a better chance of going undetected. Berold and Jastira travelled together and the first temple for them to check on was only a day or two away on foot, perhaps a bit longer as they tried to avoid travelling on the road when possible. As they travelled, they did not see signs of any orcs, goblins, or humans. The orcs had plundered this area months ago, and so they hoped that meant there would not be any orc or goblin patrols. Of course, they also hoped that when they reached the temple that it had not been raided or plundered or that some survivors remained. They needed to find priests or priestesses in order to learn how to open and close portals, or seize the orcs’ portal.

As they walked through a small forest, Jastira talked about the elves’ own priests and priestess. Jastira had been an innkeeper’s daughter in a small village and so she knew little about the magic that elven priests and priestesses wielded. It was something they kept pretty secret, and regardless, few magic users would have had any reason to travel to Jastira’s small village of Olfe Serine.

Still Berold was optimistic that elven magic might also be helpful to wield against the orcs, despite Jastira’s ignorance on the topic. “Between their magic and military might, I am sure the elves are dealing the orcs in your world devastating losses. That is how you came to escape, after all, when the elves attacked and nearly took back the portal. We humans have not been able to mount a fight against the orcs for generations. Still, there are many of us who would fight them. An alliance between our races might be able to vanquish these orcs for good.”

Jastira hoped Berold was right. His optimism always gave her comfort. Still, they would not be able to forge an alliance unless they found a way to open a portal between the worlds. She hoped they might find these cultists at one of the temples they checked. And she wondered how the others were faring.

As they continued walking, suddenly Berold froze. He placed his finger at his lips to signal Jastira to be quiet and pulled her behind a tree. As Jastira listened, she heard what Berold must have heard. The cracking of twigs and dried leaves. Someone was walking through the forest. The sound grew closer and from their hiding place. Jastira and Berold watched as a group of humans moved through the forest. Jastira quickly surmised they were no threat. It appeared to be a couple families. There was only one man, a tall blond man, and beside him was a blonde woman and a pair of children, one a small blond boy and the other a blond teenage-aged girl. And also in the group was a brunette woman and brunette teenage-aged girl, walking together.

When they had come close enough to Berold and Jastira’s position, Berold stepped out to intercept them. As soon as he saw Berold, the man yelled out in alarm, and grabbed the boy and girl with him, pulling them behind him as if to protect then. The blonde woman that might have been his wife also moved behind the man and stood in front of the children. The brunette woman grabbed the brunette girl and pulled her back. All of them stared fearfully at Berold.

“I mean you no harm,” Berold said, trying to reassure them. Jastira stepped out from behind the tree and the man gave her a quick glance but then his focus was back on Berold. Jastira wondered if he had even noticed she was an elf. In the dim light of the forest, she realized he might not see her ears, which was the only obviously distinguishing feature between her and a human.

“You look like a soldier,” the man said warily. “And the last ones we ran into certainly did us harm!”

“Then they were soldiers without honor,” Berold replied. “But I give you my word I will do you no harm. We are looking for members of the Cult of Ug’dromon and are heading to the temple up north.”

The man frowned, as did the women. “Those soldiers that took my other daughter were with members of that damn cult,” he growled. “I would advise you to stay away from them, if you can even find them.”

“They took your daughter?” Berold said.

The man nodded. “Aye. A few families are living together trying to stay hidden from the orcs. And we haven’t seen any orcs in these parts in weeks. But a week ago, some of those damn cultists and some solders found us. They took my daughter, and the wife of and daughter of another man. They killed that man, along with her husband,” the man said, gesturing towards the brunette woman. I was out hunting and wasn’t even there to defend the others. We tried to track the cultists but they seem to have disappeared. We figured they can’t be far, but we have seen no sign of them.” The man’s eyes teared up as he recalled what had happened to his family and other others. “So, we are moving away to try and find another place to take refuge, in case the cult members and soldiers return.”

“If I find them, and your daughter and the other women they took, I will free them” Berold told the man.

The man nodded. “I think you for the kind promise sir. But let me give you some advice. Do whatever you can to avoid those monsters. They are no better than the orcs. For the sake of your wife there, avoid them!”

Jastira clutched Berold’s arm. She was starting to have doubts about the wisdom of their mission.

…………….

Nimeroni stared in shock at Rogerin’s lifeless body, tears sliding down her cheeks. In their weeks together as refugees, Nimeroni had grown very close to the human soldier. They had become lovers a few weeks ago. The two had naturally decided to pair up on their mission to find the cultists. But their quest had been short-lived. Two human men had ambushed them, stabbing Rogerin through the back with a blade.

One of the human men had Nimeroni pinned to the ground. Of the two men, he was older and skinny, and reeked of booze. He was cutting away her clothing. Nimeroni barely noticed as she was stripped naked. She was too focused on Rogerin and the blood pouring from his lifeless body. The other man was younger and bigger. He had been the one that had ambushed and killed Rogerin and he was checking Rogerin’s pockets and clothing for anything of value.

The man that had cut away Nimeroni’s clothing hauled her to her feet and displayed her to the other man. “Look at her, Thorne, she is a pretty one. How the fuck did an elf make it all the way up here?”

 

Thorne eyed Nimeroni’s naked body up and down and licked his lips. Then he pointed to her thigh. “She has an orc slave brand. She must be some kind of runaway slave. She is ours now. Enzorhan will reward us handsomely when we bring her back to him. He may even let us fuck Lirsharu or Dhenzuba!” Thorne said excitedly.

“True, but we can fuck this one now!” the other man said.

“A great idea, Wilcock! Flip a coin to see who gets to fuck her first?” Thorne suggested.

“You flip, I call,” Wilcock replied. Thorne held out a coin that he had taken from Rogerin’s body, showing it to Wilcock and then flipped it. “Heads,” Wilcock called as the coin was in the air. It landed and was heads. “I get her first!” Wilcock said excitedly.

The men’s talk of fucking her woke Nimeroni up from her state of shock. She started wildly thrashing in Wilcock’s grip as he pulled her down to the ground on her back. Wilcock grabbed her wrists and pinned them on the ground above her head as Thorne crouched down in front of her feet. Nimeroni clamped her thighs together desperate to avoid being fucked by these vile men.

“She is quite the prude for being former fuckmeat for orcs,” Thorne remarked as he grabbed her knees and slowly forced her thighs apart. As Nimeroni continued her struggling, trying to fight him off, Thorne grew impatient. He stood up and kicked her hard in the side. “Listen cunt, you are a slave. You have no say in the matter! Spread your legs now!”

When Nimeroni did not immediately comply, Wilcock drew his blade and placed it at her throat. “Better do what he says, elf,” he growled.

Crying, Nimeroni parted her legs. Thorne couched down again, his eyes focused between her spread thighs. He reached out and slid his fingers along her slit before he roughly forced a finger inside her. This caused Nimeroni to squeal and she started thrashing around again, and Wilcock pressed the blade harder against her throat, cutting slightly onto her skin. “Quit your squirming, elf!” he growled.

Reluctantly, Nimeroni stopped struggling and lay limp in the dirt as Thorne began to roughly thrust his finger in and out of her pussy, making her wince in pain as he began twisting and curling his finger and thrusting it in and out of her harder. “Much tighter than I would have expected some slave that was constantly getting her cunt reamed by orcs,” Thorne remarked. “But not juicy enough. Maybe the orcs just let her go since she is such a bad fuck.!”

But as Thorne continued fingering her, and then inserted a second finger, her body began to naturally lubricate. He grinned and withdrew his finger, holding them up to his nose and giving them a sniff. He stood and quickly shed his clothing. Then he climbed on top of Nimeroni, settling between her legs. She let out a dismayed wail, and then a sharp cry as Thorne used his hand to position his erect cock at the entrance of her pussy and then drove his hips forward, burying his cock fully inside her with one stroke. Nimeroni arched her back and let out another dismayed wail as Thorne’s cock drove into her. He began thrusting away, picking up speed quickly until he was pounding her hard. Wilcock stared down at Nimeroni and unfastened his pants and pulled his own cock out. He began stroking it, so he would be ready for his turn.

Nimeroni shook her head back and forth and tears began pouring down her cheeks as she was ravaged, her poor sex being stretched and reamed by Thorne’s cock. She had lost Rogerin. And now it was sinking in she was returning to slavery and sexual degradation.

Thorne thrust away for a few minutes and then groaned loudly and sprayed his cum into Nimeroni’s womb. “Finally, a bitch I can’t knock up!” he said after he finished climaxing. “That is the advantage of elf cunt!” Thorn climbed off of Nimeroni and she felt his cock sliding from her sore, ravaged pussy. She could feel his cum oozing down her thigh as it leaked from her pussy.

“Alright, my turn!” Wilcock declared. He and Thorne quickly switched places. Wilcock grabbed Nimeroni’s hips and flipped her onto her belly. As he began to spread her ass cheeks, Nimeroni realized what he intended and she let out another dismayed wail. Wilcock pushed his finger into Nimeroni’s pussy and swirled it around to collect some cum and her juices on it. He withdrew his finger and then began to force it into her asshole, using the sex fluids to lubricate it. After he worked the fluids around a little, he withdrew his finger and the positioned his cock against her anus. In one quick plunge, he drove his cock fully into Nimeroni’s bowels. She let out a loud, pained scream as Wilcock began thrusting hard, savagely driving his cock in and out of her ass. When Nimeroni threw back her head and screamed, Wilcock grabbed her hair and held it like reigns as he pounded her ass.

With her head held up by Wilcock’s grip of her hair, Thorne crouched down in front of her face. He held the sides of her head and then slowly positioned his softening cock at her lips. “Suck it. Clean it off and get me hard again, slave!” he ordered.

Nimeroni was having flashbacks of being back in the orc fuck pit. She thought of how many times she had been in almost this exact position, with some orc brutally pounding her pussy or ass from behind while another fucked her mouth and throat. She had no idea who these men were but she realized they were just as vicious as the orcs. And she knew what was expected of her. Her brief stint of freedom was over and she was once again a slave. Nimeroni reluctantly opened her mouth and Thorne shoved his cock into it. Nimeroni began using her tongue and mouth to lick and suck the sex juices from the man’s cock.

“Clean it good, and get me hard, because I am going to use your ass next!” Thorne mocked her and a humiliated Nimeroni had no choice but to continue slurping away on the cock in her mouth as Wilcock continued mercilessly reaming her ass. Thorne’s cock started to grow hard and he began thrusting, so that now Nimeroni weas being pounced from both ends.

Nimeroni felt Wilcock tense up and he groaned and she felt his cock spurting his seed deep into her bowels. A soon as he finished climaxing, he pulled his cock from her chafed, burning asshole. As soon as Wilcock backed away, Thorne released her head and withdrew his now hardened cock from her mouth. They again switched positions. Nimeroni began to sob, knowing her ordeal was not yet over. Thorne began to push his cock into Nimeroni’s sore ass, and she let out a dismayed wail. Thorne tugged her hair, and as soon as her head was pulled back, Wilcock began pushing his cock past her lips into her mouth. She was forced to lick and suck clean this cock, which had just been in her ass.

Nimeroni’s sobs and screams turned to weakened, defeated whimpers as she was fucked again. But when she glanced at Rogerin’s lifeless body, that brought back the sobs. The young elf maiden was quickly understanding that she had fully returned to bondage and everything had been taken from her. Any rights over her own body. Her freedom. Her dignity. And worst of all, the human man she had loved.

…………….

Jastira and Berold were walking through the forest again, adjacent to a road that wound through the forest. Jastira was nervous. She had hoped that perhaps they could reason with these cultists. But who would reason with men that stole away women and girls, presumably to enslave them or for some other nefarious intent? She started to understand better why Berold did not want her to go. She knew it would be particularly dangerous for her. But she had no choice. It was their only chance to defeat the orcs. And until the orcs were defeated, she would always be at risk of being recaptured by them. And no matter how bad these cultists were, she decided they could not be as bad as the orcs.

As Jastira and Berold walked, they again heard the sound of snapping twigs and voices. Berold once again grabbed Jastira and pulled her behind another tree. The y waited as the voices grew closer. As they drew closer, Jastira could hear the voices were gruff and commanding. It was orcs! Her heart started pounding, and she gripped Berold’s arm tightly. She had no doubt he would do whatever it took to try to protect her. But how many orcs could Berold possibly fight at once?

As Jastira and Berold waited, they watched as a pair of orcs walked down the road. Then they were followed by a dozen human woman and girls. Another orc was in the rear. All of the human females naked. with their wrists bound, and they were tied into a coffle. When Jastira saw the four humans in the back of the coffle, her heart sank. It was the women and girls they had run into in the forest. The brunette woman was fourth from the back, with the blonde woman behind her, the blonde girl behind her, and the brunette girl in the rear. That girl was sobbing and had her head turned back to the orc. She was pleading with him.

“Please, I will be a good sex slave, do not send me to the labor camp!” she cried. The orc in the rear was holding a whip and he drew it back and slashed it into the girl’s back. She howled in pain and stopped her pleading. The orcs escorted their new slaves down the road and Jastira trembled. Seeing the orcs with a coffle of slaves brought back memories of her own capture and how she had been brought by goblins to the portal. She was devastated to see these poor women and girls she had briefly met being delivered to whatever hell the orcs would inflict on them. The fact that the girl was pleading to be a sex slave suggested how dire life in a labor camp must be. Then it dawned on Jastira that if the orcs had these four, it probably meant the man and small boy that had been with them were likely dead.

Jastira fought back tears. Not just from sadness at the fate of these poor humans. But also had the realization of the grave danger she faced herself. She had hoped that orcs would not be in this area. But they were. She risked capture by both the vile cultists and the orcs. It started to sink in she had very little chance of finishing this quest and not being captured and enslaved.

…………….

Nimeroni was curled into a ball and crying softly. She had been fucked twice by each man and their cum was oozing from her sore, swollen ass and pussy and down her thighs. She felt so dirty and humiliated. Wilcock and Thorne were going through her and Rogerin’s belongings. Wilcock held up the map of the cult temples. When he realized what was marked on the map, his eyes narrowed. He stormed over to Nimeroni and grabbed her hair and yanked her up onto her knees. “Why do you have this? Where did you get this?” he angrily demanded.

Nimeroni debated telling them everything, how they were searching for the Cult of Ug’dromon, and wanted to try and gain control of the portal so that the elves and humans could unite to vanquish the orcs. But she did not want to put the others at risk. “I was looking for someone who could open a portal to my world so I could go home,” she finally said. “I was told the Cult of Ug’dromon could help me. And that man you killed was helping me.” She had decided to leave out that there were others still searching for the portals. She did not want to see friends share the same fate as her and Rogerin.

Thorne and Wilcock looked at each other and laughed. “Well, you found a priest of the Cult of Ug’dromon. Pleased to meet your acquaintance,” Wilcock said. “And you are a fool for thinking you could run away from the orcs. I am afraid your little quest to try to go home to your world is over. But it is for your own good. You will never return home, and eventually the orcs would have found you and re-enslaved you. But slavery to us will be much less brutal. Your friends and family in your world will never see you again. But if it is any consolation, neither will the orcs.”

Wilcock began to bind Nimeroni’s wrists with some rope. She started pleading with them, insisting that there was more for them all to gain if they worked together against the orcs. Thorne and Wilcock ignored her. As Wilcock finished binding her wrists. Thorne placed his finger of her lips. “Silent slave. There could be orcs around here. But don’t worry, we will take you somewhere very safe where the orcs will never find you.”

Thorne found Nimeroni’s discarded underwear on the ground and he picked them up and then shoved them into her mouth to gag her. Wilcock then ripped off a shred of her discarded shirt and used it to secure the underwear in her mouth, tying the strip around the back of her head. The man yanked Nimeroni to feet and began to drag her off.

(End of Part 1, to be continued...)