Interlude: The Tale of Jastira: Part 2 – The Temple

Jastira and Berold were walking briskly through the forest. Though tired, they were invigorated as they neared their destination. According to their map, the first temple that they were to check was just ahead. The pair were silent as they walked. Jastira very much wanted to talk with Berold, the human man she loved, to lighten the mood and to try to briefly distract herself from the anxiety and fear she felt. But they did not talk nearly as much as they had earlier, fearing that their voices might alert nearby orcs or dangerous cultists that could attack them. Seeing the orcs and learning of the cults abduction of women had made them more cautious. As they walked, Jastira wondered to herself if she even wanted to find members of the Cult of Ug’dromon at the temple. Everything she had learned indicated they were highly dangerous. Berold seemed optimistic that they could bargain with them or speak reason to them. That they could be convinced that fighting back against the orcs was in their interest. He told Jastira that the orcs’ invasion of the elven war had started with the orcs raiding the cult’s main temple, killing all the priests, enslaving all the priestesses, and brutally sacrificing the cult’s high priestess. He said the cult had every reason to want to see the orcs defeated. They might be dangerous, evil people. But they faced the same fate that all other humans faced under the threat of the orcs. Jastira hoped Berold was right. If he was wrong, Berold might end up dead. And she might end up the cultists’ prisoner or slave.

As Jastira and Berold drew closer to the spot on the map where the temple was supposed to be, they found a road traversing through the forest and they travelled down it. They assumed the road led to the temple. Jastira looked down at the road as they traversed it. She did not see footprints in the dirt or anything else to indicate it had been recently travelled. But she admitted that she knew little about tracking people. In her brief life she had been an innkeeper’s daughter, then a sex slave to orcs. Her stint as an adventurer was quite a new one for which she had little experience.

Jastira and Berold did not walk long before they saw the temple in the distance. They approached cautiously, knowing that that if it was inhabited, those inhabitants could very well be quite dangerous. But as they drew closer, there were no signs of anyone nearby. The only thing they heard was the sounds of the birds and insects in the forest. They reached the temple door and stood in front of it, silent, listening intently. Still, they heard nothing. There were no signs of life inside, at least from their position outside. But there was only one way to know for sure. Berold slowly pushed the door open. As it swung open, creaking loudly, they peered inside down an empty hallway. They saw no one. No one came down the hallway on the other side to investigate the creaking door. There were lanterns on the wall, but they were not lit. And Jastira thought the air smelled stale. The temple appeared abandoned. But they had to be sure. Jastira and Berold stepped inside

…………….

Nimeroni groaned as her eyes fluttered open. Her groan was muffled by her gag, which Thorne had fashioned from her underwear and a shred of her shirt. Her mouth was dry and her throat was parched. She was so thirsty that she would have licked up the globs of cum that had not yet fully dried all around her moth and chin, if the gag did not prevent her. She could feel cum oozing from her sore pussy and ass and down her thighs. Enough cum had been deposited by her captors in those orifices that it had not yet fully dried. And her shoulders ached even more, because of the uncomfortable position she was currently bound in. She was held upright, her limbs tied so that she was suspended against the front of a wooden, covered wagon.

Thorne and Wilcock had left here there all night. After travelling all day, they had found the abandoned wagon on the side of the road and decided it was a good shelter to rest for the night. They had taken Nimeroni inside and ravaged her over and over. When they were done, Wilcock told her she reeked of sweat and cum and the men had tied her against the outside of the wagon while they slept inside

In her uncomfortable upright position, Nimeroni had barely slept, in spite of her physical and mental exhaustion. In her exhausted and distraught state, she was half delirious, and it took her a while to realize she no longer hear Thorne and Wilcock snoring from inside the wagon. They must have awoken. And sure enough, Nimeroni heard the crack of twigs and leaves and then Thorne appeared in front of her. He was eating some bread, stuffing his face with it, and when he finished the bread, he took a leather flash from his belt and took a long chug of water. After he drank, Thorne looked up at Nimeroni and smirked. He stepped up onto the wagon’s platform so he was standing at her level and he untied the strip from her torn shirt that he had tied around the back of her head to hold the panties in her mouth. He then removed the panties. “Sleep well, little elf slave?” he asked her in a mocking tone.

Nimeroni just glared at him hatefully. Thorne chuckled, apparently amused by her glare. He was still holding the leather flask and he opened it and pressed it to her lips. Nimeroni thirstily drank, the water soothing her parched throat. After letting her have a few gulps, Thorne pulled the flask away from her lips. Smirking again, he held up Nimeroni’s underwear and poured water onto them from his flask, soaking them. Then he stuffed hem back into Nimeroni’s mouth. “If you get thirty again, you can suck on those,” he said, and then tied the strip of cloth around her head again, to secure the panties in her mouth and gagging her once more. Nimeroni was famished but she could not plead for food with the gag in her mouth. She began to suck some of the water from her underwear. As humiliated as she was to do this, it was preferable to being thirsty.

Thorne looked the elf up and down and the reached out and grabbed her breasts with his hands and roughly squeezed them. Nimeroni squealed in protest through her gag. Every time these human men abused her, it brought her back to her hell as a slave to the orcs. She had only just started to recover mentally and emotionally from the trauma of that hell, and of course, her blossoming relationship with Rogerin had helped that. But then Rogerin was brutally murdered in front of her by these men. And now they were apparently returning her to the hell of sex slavery.

Thorne continued roughly groping Nimeroni’s breasts. “Not very big but quite perky. You make a fine slave,” he remarked. Nimeroni glared hatefully at him again. As she did, she heard the creak of wood behind her and realized that Wilcock must have climbed up onto the other side of the wagon. She heard more creaks of the wood as Wilcock walked through the wagon and then she sensed him behind her.

Wilcock grabbed her ass cheeks and then spread them. “I am gonna have a go at her ass before we depart,” he announced. Nimeroni squealed into her gag in protest as she felt Wilcock’s cock press against her sore anus. He did not delay and pushed it inside, causing muffled grunts of pain from Nimeroni through her gag. As his cock forced its way into her sore, chafed anus, it burned intensely. Thankfully, her ass was still lubricated with the men’s cum but as he began thrusting away, so it did not hurt as much as it could have. But it was still quite uncomfortable, and Nimeroni cried into her gag as she was raped yet again.

As Wilcock fucked her, Thorne chuckled. “After how many times we fucked her yesterday, I don’t think I can get hard this morning. I will have to wait and fuck her later,” he announced. Nimeroni was relieved that she would avoid getting fucked by at least one of the men this morning. But it was little consolation as her ass was painfully reamed. Tears poured down her cheeks as Wilcock thrust into her ass over and over, each stab causing renewed pain for the young elf maiden.

It took Wilcock a while to climax after having cum inside the elf so many times the day and night prior. But finally, he did, dumping another load of cum into her ass. Nimeroni groaned into her gag, relieved that he was finally finished. “You ready to go?” Thorne asked, as his friend withdrew his cock from her ass.

“Yep, let’s get this bitch back to the Oasis,” Wilcock said and Thorne reached up and began to untie Nimeroni’s wrist. After they were freed, he untied the rope securing her ankles and when all the rope was removed, Nimeroni collapsed to the ground. It was a hard fall from up on the wagon, and she lay on the ground stunned. But Thorne grabbed her hair and hauled her up onto her feet. He used the rope that had just been securing one of her ankles and tied one end in a loop around her throat, to give her a makeshift leash. “Come, slave, we have a lot of walking to,” Thorne said and he yanked the leash. Nimeroni stumbled as she lurched forward, and she was forced to walk as she was led away.

…………….

Jastira and Berold walked through the empty temple. As they had suspected, there was not a soul to be found inside. “I wonder if the orcs came here and killed or enslaved everyone. Or maybe they fled when the orcs attacked the kingdom,” Berold said to Jastira as they walked through an empty corridor.

Nimeroni did not see any blood stains on the floors or walls. Nothing looked in disarray. She guessed they had fled. “Yes, it looks abandoned. But if these cult members are abducting humans, then where are they coming from, if not these temples?” Jastira asked, frustration in her voice.

“We have many more to check,” Berold said. Which was true, Jastira knew. But it seemed that the cult members were attacking people in this general area, at least based on what the humans Berold and Jastira had run into had reported. And this was the only cult temple in the immediate area, at least according to the map.

They searched through the temple and did not find a sign of anyone inside. At the end of one hallway, they reached a set of large double doors and Berold opened them. Inside was what looked like a library, with shelves of scrolls and books. Except it looked to have been completely ransacked. Books and scrolls were strewn all over the ground. Berold bent down and picked up one of the scrolls. He unfurled it to examine it, and frowned. It appeared to be in some unknown language, likely an ancient language, he assumed. He could not read it. “Perhaps the orcs did ransack this temple,” he said.

“If they had raided this temple, wouldn’t there have been signs of disarray everywhere? Or blood on the floors? So why just this room?” Jastira replied.

Berold nodded. “Good point. I do not see the orcs ransacking a library in particular. The orcs already would have already had the cult’s high priestess at the time they would have raided this temple. Likely they would have already taken the portal and had access to your world. They would not have come here looking for rituals to open the portal. And orcs are interested in slaves and livestock and resources, in my experience. They do not exactly have an academic curiosity.”

“Perhaps it was someone else who ransacked this…” Jastira began but then she fell silent and froze. She thought she heard something. Then she heard it again. Voices. Several of them. Someone else had entered the temple.

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Nimeroni lay in the dirt and cried. She was curled into a ball. Wilcock and Thorne had just got done ravaging her yet again. They had been quite rough. Their cum was oozing from her swollen orifices. Her gag had been removed to allow her to lick her captors’ cocks clean after they finished ravaging her, and so her sobs was louder in the quiet forest. While she sobbed, Thorne and Wilcock ate some more bread. But after they finished eating, Thorned grabbed Nimeroni by the hair and hauled her up to her feet.

 

“Slave, we will stop being so rough with you, if you just tell us what we want to know. You had a map showing you the temples. Where did you get that?” Thorne asked her.

“The man that was with me that you killed had it,” Nimeroni lied. As she thought of Rogerin and how he had been brutally murdered by these men, Nimeroni started to cry harder.

“And where did he get it?” Wilcock asked her.

“I don’t know,” Nimeroni whimpered, lying again.

“And the map had several of the temples circled. Why were you checking those ones specifically?” Thorne asked.

“I don’t know,” Nimeroni whimpered. She didn’t want to tell them anything. Not with her friends heading to the other temples.

Thorne and Wilcock looked at each other and frowned. Wilcock swung his hand back and then backhanded Nimeroni across the cheek. “You are lying., elf. And you would be wise to tell us the truth. It will be much better for you if you tell us rather than for us to give you to Enzorhan for him to get the information from you.”

Nimeroni did not know who Enzorhan was, but she was determined not to divulge any information that would endanger her friends. She glared back at Wilcock defiantly.

Wilcock smiled. “Very well. Don’t say we didn’t warn you.” He looked to Thorne. “We are close to getting her back to the Oasis. We should hood her.”

Thorne nodded. He opened a satchel he had with him and pulled out a burlap sack. He threw it over Nimeroni’s head. It was thick and it cut off all light, blinding her. She felt her leash yanked and she was forced to walk again.

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Jastira and Berold stood inside the ransacked library as the voices in the temple drew nearer., They did not dare exit the room, fearing they would be spotted. Berold had closed the doors to the library and they were anxiously waiting, hoping that the intruders did not check the library. From the sound of it, there were many human men in the temple. Jastira feared that, by as many men as it was, Berold could not possibly take them all. If they were cult members and meant to do them harm, she feared Berold would be killed and she would be taken. She wondered what the men were doing in there. Were they looking for Berold and Jastira? Had these men been tracking them?

The voices drew even closer. Jastira closed her eyes and prayed they did not enter the library. Her prayers were ignored. The door swung open. Berold grabbed Jastira and pulled her behind him as four men entered the room. Jastira looked the men up and down. They looked like soldiers. One of them yelled out, startled, when he saw Berold and Jastira. He clearly had not been expecting to find them inside. “Who are you?” he demanded, and he drew his sword.

Berold placed his hand on the hilt of his own sword but did not draw it yet. He began to speak. “I am Berold, a knight of Jorshah. And this is my friend, an elf maiden who was taken to this world but who escaped the orcs. We are no threat but we will defend ourselves.”

The man lowered his sword. “Well met, Berold. I am Tiebaut. Also, a knight of Jorshah. What are you doing here?”

“We are looking for information about the Cult of Ug’dromon,” Berold said vaguely; it was clear he was still wary of the group, and was not divulging much more than he had to. Jastira understood why. Berold had told her many times how many soldiers from Jorshah had been quite villainous, along with their king. Of course, she also knew that not all of the soldiers were bad. Jastira knew that Berold was proof of that. She prayed these men were also good.

“We are looking for the cult members ourselves. They have been ransacking this area, stealing away women,” Tiebaut replied.

Berold nodded. “We came across some people and some of their women were taken by the cult,” he said.

“They were bad enough when King Otto reigned. But now they are completely unchecked. At least what remains of them, those that were not killed or enslaved by the orcs. We are trying to find them to capture or kill them, and recue those that they have been taken,” Tiebaut said.

“They are not here,” Berold said. “The temple is abandoned.”

“They are not anywhere, it seems,” Tiebaut replied, frustration in his voice. “It makes no sense. There seem to be a lot of them. And they have taken numerous captive girls and women. With that many people, they should not be able to stay hidden. Yet we cannot find any trace of them. We have been unable to track them. Or, rather we are able to track them for a while. But then suddenly the trail goes cold. It is like they just disappear. These are religious fanatics, not trained soldiers or spies. I am not sure how they are able to evade us.” Tiebaut signed and shook his head. “So, what is the information do you want from them?”

Tiebaut’s words had alleviated Berold’s concern. The men seemed friendly and just. So, he told Tiebaut the details of why they were seeking the cult. When he finished, Tiebaut nodded. “Well, be careful. They will not hesitate to kill you and steal away your friend. But if you can corner a couple of them, and capture them, perhaps we can get the information you need. And perhaps we can finally find out where they are hiding.”

Jastira was glad that there were more people looking for this dangerous cult. She hoped that meant they would have a chance to find them and get the information they needed about the portals. And rescue the poor women they had taken. She hoped that her own friends, Nimeroni and Issarel, were safe.

…………….

Nimeroni stumbled along as she was forced to walk. It was hard for her to walk. She was blindfolded by the hood over her head. And she was sore and exhausted from the mistreatment she had suffered by her captors. Thorne and Wilcock were mostly silent as they walked. And any time Nimeroni made a noise, they hit her to silence her. Nimeroni surmised they were trying to remain undetected. She wondered if it might from other humans that might save her. But it could also be orcs. If forced to choose, Nimeroni would have much preferred being raped over and over by these vile men than to return to the brutal orcs. So, she remained quiet.

Nimeroni was not sure how much time passed but it seemed like they walked for well over an hour. But finally, the two men stopped walking and Thorne yanked Nimeroni’s leash back to stop her. “We are here,” he said, and Nimeroni wondered where ‘here’ was. Thorne checked Nimeroni’s hood, tightening it around her neck.

As he did, Wilcock began murmuring something in a low voice. Nimeroni could not make out the words, but it sounded rhythmic, like he was singing or chanting. Then Thorne yanked her leash again. “Come, slave,” he said sternly. Nimeroni lurched forward and began walking. She walked a few steps when suddenly she felt a strange tingly sensation all over her skin, for a couple seconds. The tingle was so slight that she wondered if she had imagined it. Then suddenly, she felt a blast of hot air hit her. She had thought maybe she had imagined the tingling sensation but this sudden heat was unmistakable. The air had been cool moments ago, but suddenly it was sweltering. She could feel the hot sun baring down on her naked flesh.

Thorne and Wilcock stopped walking for a brief moment. Wilcock murmured his strange chant again. Then they started walking, and Thorne yanked Nimeroni’s leash to get her to move.

As they started walking, Nimeroni noticed the ground beneath her feet had changed. Gone were the rocks and twigs from the forest trail. Now she felt soft, grainy soil beneath her feet. It was hot. She realized it was sand. They must have exited the forest, which explained the change in terrain. But she was surprised at how suddenly and dramatically the air changed. Hooded, she was unable to see where she was and that might explain the sudden change.

Thorne and Wilcock started being talkative as they walked. They did not seem so wary of being detected, like they had been before. Nimeroni barely listened to them as they chatted with each other. Her heart was pounding. She was dreading what awaited her at their destination, wherever it was. Nimeroni was forced to walk for almost an hour. her leash was jerked back again to stop her. The hood was yanked from her head, and then the gag was removed. For a moment, the sunlight blinded her, but then her eyes quickly adjusted. She was in some kind of desert. And standing before her were more human men. Along with a handful of naked human women, chained into a coffle.

Some of the men approached Torne and Wilcock. “What you got there?” one of them asked.

“We found an elf out there wandering alone. A runaway orc slave,” Thorne announced.

“Oh! She will be fun. And King Gaviunus will love her!” the other man said.

“Yep, and so will Enzorhan,” Thorne said, chuckling. “We waiting for anyone else?”

The other man nodded. “We were waiting for you two, and Jamys and Rex. Hopefully they found some new slaves too. But with the five we have so far, including your elf. it is a good haul.”

Suddenly, one of the captive women, a young brunette woman who was chained in the back of the coffle, started protesting. “Let us go, you fiends! You cannot enslave us! Where are you taking us?”

The man who had been speaking with Thorne and Wilcock turned and glared at her. He unclipped a whip from his belt and unfurled it. Immediately, the young woman fell silent. But it was too late. The man began raining blow after blow from his whip across the girl’s back and ass, sending her collapsing to the ground. She howled in pain. The man whipped her for a couple minutes and then hauled her back up onto her feet. “Keep your mouth shut, slave,” he growled. He turned back to Thorne. “OK add yours to the coffle” he said.

Thorne nodded and removed the rope leash from Nimeroni’s neck. Then he grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the coffle, behind the crying brunette who had just been whipped. Another man stepped over and locked a metal collar around her throat. Nimeroni let out a small sob. She had not been made to wear a collar since she had escaped the orcs. There were metal rings on the front and back of the collars and the man attached a chain to the front of Nimeroni’s collar. He then snaked the other end of the chain between the legs of the brunette’s legs and attached it to the ring on the front of her collar. Thorne chuckled. “Why did you connect them that way?” He asked. “So, when they walk, the chain will rub this uppity bitch’s cunt and ass raw. That will make her think twice before she mouths off again,” the man said and Thorne and Wilcock laughed.

A pair of cuffs with a chain between them were locked around Nimeroni’s ankles to hobble her. Then her wrists were chained behind her back. She was now fully secured into the coffle. Nimeroni cried softly. She thought of the last time she had been coffled, by the orcs. And how she had been transported in that coffle to hell. She knew she was returning to hell. Perhaps another hell, but hell nonetheless. The captives were silent, too scared to speak after seeing what happened to the protesting brunette, but the man casually chatted. After an hour or so, two men approached with a bound girl. The captive was young, with short, fiery red hair.

“Splendid, Jamys and Rex! A redhead! Not as nice as our redheaded elf cunt, but still nice!” Wilcock said.

The men who were apparently Jamys and Rex brought their captive over and then looked Nimeroni up and down. “I can’t wait to fuck that one!” one of the men said.

“You will get your chance soon enough. Let’s get these cunts back to the Oasis,” Wilcock said. “Add your bitch to the coffle.” The redheaded girl was moved behind Nimeroni.

“Our captive is a bit uppity too,” Wilcock said. “We can chain this last one in the same way.” He attached another chain to the back of the collar of the brunette in front of Nimeroni. Then he snaked the chain between Nimeroni’s thighs and attached the other end of the chain to the collar that had been locked around the redheaded girl’s neck. The chain now pressed between Nimeroni’s legs, chafing her labia, and Nimeroni squirmed in discomfort.

“Alright, let’s get these six slaves to their new home,” one of the men said. Some of the men drew whips and started slashing at the coffle of six captives. The captives cried out and started moving. Nimeroni grimaced. As soon as she started walking the chain buried itself more in her crotch and began to rub painfully against her sensitive sex. She heard the redhead start to squeal in pain and Nimeroni wondered if she too had been secured to the coffle in the same cruel fashion. Soon the brunette in front of her was sobbing and stumbling along as the chain painfully chafed and rubbed her own pussy raw. It made it hard for them to walk, but the men, many of them now mounted on horseback, kept the coffle walking briskly with slashes of their whips.

 

The coffle was forced to walk through the desert for an hour before Nimeroni saw a walled city emerge over the horizon. It took two more hours of walking for them to reach the walls of the city. The city itself was massive, with high walls. But Nimeroni was barely paying attention. She was focused on the intense pain between her legs as the chain rubbed against her tender sex.

The slaves were taken to a set of stairs that led to a gate at one of the walls. They were taken up the stairs. There were guards stationed in front of the gate and one of them whistled. “Nice new fuckmeat you have there!” he said excitedly. “Take them inside to get processed!”

But at the top of the stairs, before they were led through the gate, the captives were ordered to stop. Thorne moved to unclip Nimeroni from the coffle. “This one can’t be processed yet. We need to send her to Enzorhan first,” Thorne said.

“Ah, sucks for her,” the guard said. “But lucky for her, Enzorhan isn’t in the Oasis,” the guard said. “He said he had some affairs to attend to but said he would be back tonight or tomorrow morning.”

“Ah well, the two of us are going out hunting more after we drop these slaves off to be processed, so we will leave her here with you for when Enzorhan returns,” Thorne said. He handed the guard the map of the temples. This elf cunt and her friend were apparently looking for our cult, and they had this on them when we ambushed them. It is a map of our old temples. She refuses to explain why she had it, what she was doing with it, or where she got it. I am sure Enzorhan will be very curious. You can watch her while we head out again?”

“I like that plan,” said the guard laughing. “It will be nice to have some elf cunt to help us pass the time.” Thorne shoved Nimeroni over to the guard. He chained the redheaded girl back into the coffle, now directly behind the brunette. Then the men and captives went through the gate. The guard eyed Nimeroni hungrily and lipped his lips. He pushed her down on to the ground so she was on all fours. As he settled behind her, Nimeroni felt his cock start to slide between her chafed, sore labia. She cried out in discomfort. Then she cried out louder as the man drove his hips forward, driving his cock into her raw pussy and began thrusting away. Nimeroni realized that her new hell was perhaps not as bad as an orc fuck pit. But it was going to be hell nonetheless.

(End of Part 2, to be continued...)