Interlude: The Tale of Jastira: Part 5 – The Cult Is Confronted

Jastira and Berold were traveling down the road. It had been several days since they had departed the last temple and now, they were heading for the third one. They had almost no expectations that they would find anyone or learn anything of value there. In fact, they were more hopeful that they would run into cult members on the way to the temple than they were that that they would find anything useful at the temple itself. But they had to keep trying. The value of the knowledge and magic the cult had was too great to give up. Jastira and Berold knew that being able to open portals between the worlds, or within each world, would give them a great weapon to wield against the orcs. But that same power, wielded now by the cult, also meant that they would have even more difficulty finding any cult priests or priestess that could assist them.

As the headed north on a road, Jastira saw a group of figures heading in their direction from the distance. Berold saw them a split second later and he stopped walking. The pair watched warily as the group approached. They knew that if they had spotted the group, the group had surely spotted them. The road they were on traversed through a wide-open field. There was nowhere for them to hide. Berold and Jastira just had to hope this group was not dangerous.

As the group drew closer, Jastira realized they were soldiers. She stood behind Berold as the group drew near. One of the soldiers called out to them, declaring they came in peace.

Jastira relaxed slightly as the groups coalesced and the man who had called out and Berold began to speak. They too were looking for the cult and announced that a raiding party had grabbed a woman nearby and it was suspected of being the cult. The soldiers were on patrol, looking for the perpetrators but so far, they had not had any luck. Jastira and Berold realized that the soldiers were from the same militia as the soldier Rolant that they had met in the village. Berold told them what he and Jastira learned about the portals.

“A crazy story, but I suppose no crazier than a portal to the elf world,” the man said when Berold finished. He offered a nod to Jastira when he mentioned the elf world, recognizing her as an elf. “Be on the lookout for these cult members in case they have yet to depart through one of their portals,” he warned. “And if you do spot them in the next day or so, come back in this direction and try to find us. We also have other patrols in the area. If we can capture any of them, we will work with you to question them and learn what we can about this cult’s secrets.”

Jastira and Berold agreed and continued on their way. Jastira was nervous, just as she was every time that she knew danger lurked nearby. But she was also hopeful. They would have to face this danger if they were ever going to accomplish their mission.

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Nimeroni stared at the soldier’s cock. She had been roused early from the slave pens early in the morning to begin serving. And this morning, serving meant sucking the cocks of some soldiers that had returned to the Oasis from some mission or another. Nimeroni assumed the soldiers were part of a raiding party, looking to steal food or women or other valuables for the Oasis. But she did not ask. She was just as slave after all and they had no reason to share their business with her.

Nimeroni was depressed as she serviced the soldiers. She was humiliated. So ashamed. Her cheeks were stained from her recent tears, but thankfully the soldier she last been sucking had not cared about her crying. Nimeroni was skilled enough at sucking cock that he had ignored her sour mood. She had swallowed his cum and now she had yet another soldier to service.

As Nimeroni delayed and stared at the cock, the soldier grew impatient. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her head down.

 

As soon as the man’s cock pressed against her lips, she opened her mouth wide open and took his manhood inside it. His cock pressed into the back of her throat and she struggled not to gag. Nimeroni could taste the salty, sour sweat that coated his cock as she began darting her tongue around, to tease at the head of his cock. The man continued holding the back of her head and then he gripped her hair and began to slowly pull her head up and down. Nimeroni’s cheeks sucked in as she tried to use the suction of her mouth to increase the pleasurable sensation for the man, and she used her tongue to stroke the underside of his cock. Each time he pulled her head back up, she flicked and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.

The man released Nimeroni’s hair. “Worship my balls, slave,” he commanded. She withdrew her mouth, and a thick trail of drool snaked between the head of his cock and her wet lips before it fell down her chin. “Yes Master,” she whimpered and she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the head of his cock before she took his cock in her hand and held it up, to give her better access to his balls. Nimeroni lowered her face and stuck her tongue out flat and began to lick the man’s balls, thoroughly coating them in her saliva. The man’s balls had an even stronger, sweatier, muskier taste than his cock and the taste soon coated her tongue as she worshipped them. She took one of his balls into her mouth and gently sucked on it for a few moments before she did the same with the other. The man grunted with pleasure, clearly enjoying the sensation.

“Back to my cock, slave,” the soldier commanded. Nimeroni withdrew her mouth from the man’s balls and took his cock into her mouth once again, driving her mouth down until his cock pushed into the back of her throat. Her head began bobbing up and down as she slurped noisily away on the man’s cock. The man’s hips began to buck as he thrust his cock into her mouth to match the bobbing of her head. The loud wet sucking noises of her mouth pleasuring his cock filled the air.

Nimeroni did her best to give the man intense pleasure. She was humiliated and ashamed, and despised every moment of what she was doing, but she knew if she gave this man and others immense pleasure, it meant she would be treated better. She enthusiastically slurped away, her head bouncing up and down as she sucked him. The elf used one hand to cup his balls and her other gripped his shaft, her hand following her mouth and stroking him. The man suddenly tossed his head back and groaned loudly and Nimeroni felt his cock begin to throb and pulse in her mouth. His cum began spraying into her mouth and the back of her throat. She swallowed as spurt after spurt shot into her mouth. The man grabbed her head and pulled her head back as he came so that the last spurt splashed all over her lips and chin. She licked up the cum around her mouth and then lowered her head again to take the head of his cock into her mouth and suck out the last drops of cum.

“Good slave,” the man said and Nimeroni was embarrassed that the compliment made her feel a little pride.

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Jastira and Berold continued down the road. It had been less than an hour since they had run into the soldiers and they had reached a forest now. The road traversed through the forest, and Jastira was glad for that; the trees made the air cooler. And they had more places to hide if trouble appeared. But as they continued on, they saw a figure laying on the road. It looked like a man, but Jastira could not tell from a distance if he was living or dead. They hurried over and as they drew near, the saw it was another soldier. As Jastira crouched down to inspect the man she saw he was alive but there was blood pouring from his side. The man groaned in pain. He was barely moving. Berold knelt down beside her and they both looked at the growing crimson stain on the side of the man’s shirt. Jastira acted quickly. She tore away the shirt to examine the wound, and when she did, she frowned. It looked deep. A stab from some kind of dagger or sword, from the look of it. Blood was spurting from it rapidly. She knew there was nothing they would be able to do for this man out here in the middle of nowhere.

“Help my comrade,” he groaned weakly. “They took her…” he reached up with a shaky hand and pointed off into the forest. “They took her,” he repeated softly and then his head sunk and he fell silent. Jastira saw his glazed over eyes. He was dead. Berold stood up and drew his sword. He started moving in the direction the man that had pointed. “Stay back,” he called to Jastira. But she was not going to leave Berold to face alone whatever danger was through the trees. She rose and started following him into the woods.

…………….

Nimeroni was on her hands and knees as another soldier thrust into her from behind. He was the latest of the soldiers she had serviced and the man grunted loudly as his flesh slapped against hers. Her eyes were clamped shut and she was trying hard to ignore the growing arousal deep in her loins as she was pounded. The man groaned loudly and clenched up as he suddenly climaxed. Nimeroni was relieved she had avoided the humiliation of climaxing herself before the man had finished. As Nimeroni opened her eyes she saw a woman standing over her, looking down at her and smiling. It was Aelina, the King’s daughter.

“Are you finished with this slave?” Aelina asked the soldier.

“She is all yours, Princess,” the man replied as he yanked up his pants.

“Good,” Aelina said, beaming. “I always like to test out the new slaves, especially the elf ones. Come girl, you will learn to worship me.” She turned and started walking and Nimeroni quickly climbed to her feet and started following her through the street. Aelina led Nimeroni to the large palatial building in the center of the city where Nimeroni had first been introduced to the king. Aelina took her up a winding staircase to a private suite. Inside, one of the blonde elf slaves that Nimeroni had met in the king’s throne room was kneeling in front of a bed. It was the daughter, Myantha. “Greetings, Mistress,” Myantha said softly as Aelina entered. Aelina moved over and sat on the bed.

“Nimeroni, kneel next to Myantha,” she ordered and Nimeroni quickly obeyed. Aelina kicked off her slippers and then lifted her legs to place a foot in front of the face of each elf slave. “Worship my feet, sluts,” she ordered. Myantha dove right in and began dragging her tongue up and down the sole of Aelina’s foot. Nimeroni soon followed. Trying her best to imitate Myantha, Nimeroni stuck her tongue out and began to slide it up and down the other sole, licking up the salty sweat from it. Aelina closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of the elf maidens’ tongues on her feet. She pushed her foot into Nimeroni’s face as the slave obediently lapped at it. Nimeroni moved her mouth down to the heel of Aelina’s foot and began to lick and suck on it. After a minute, Aelina pulled her foot back slightly and then rotated it forward, to present her toes to Nimeroni. Nimeroni took all of the toes into her mouth and began sliding her tongue around and in between each toe. After a minute she withdrew her mouth for a second to and then took her big toe into her mouth and began sucking on it. She began moving down the line, sucking a toe at a time.

As Nimeroni licked the woman’s foot, she was embarrassed as she started to feel a warm tingle deep in her pussy. She realized she was actually starting to get a little turned on. She tried to ignore the sensation and focus on her task.

Aelina allowed the slaves to lick and suck on her feet for a few minutes. Then she suddenly pulled her feet away and stood up. Aelina removed her dress and then her underwear so that she was standing naked before the two kneeling elves. “Myantha. You are the more experienced slave and you did a better job at worshipping my feet,” Aelina said. “Therefore, you will get the privilege of worshipping my pussy. Nimeroni, your skills at worshipping feet will need to improve. But I will still give you the pleasure and great honor of worshipping my ass.”

Myantha crawled over in front of Aelina and rose up on her knees, pressing her face into the human princess’s crotch. She began eagerly lapping away. Humiliated, Nimeroni crawled around until she was behind Aelina.

She leaned in and pressed her lips to Aelina’s right as cheek and began planting small kisses up and down it, before she moved to the other cheek and began kissing that cheek as well. After she had covered each cheek with kisses, Nimeroni stuck her tongue out and pushed her face in between Aelina’s ass cheeks. She began sliding her tongue up and down the crack of Aelina’s ass. This was so humiliating for the elf but she knew what was expected of her as a slave. Complete obedience. Nimeroni was embarrassed that she once again felt the arousing tingle in her loins. She tried to ignore it as she pushed her tongue in deeper and began darting it around Aelina’s asshole before she began to push her tongue inside, making its worm its way inside Aelina’s ass.

Aelina was now moaning, partly from the feel of Nimeroni’s tongue in her ass but more so at Myantha’s tongue skillfully lapping at her slit and flicking at her clit. Myantha was apparently very talented at worshipping pussy. Within only a couple minutes, Aelina gasped and then cried out as an orgasm tore through her body. Nimeroni did not stop however, and continued tonguing the princess’s ass. Nimeroni felt so low at the moment. She had once been elven royalty. Now she was tongue fucking the asshole of some human. There was no doubt in her own mind that she was now a mere animal. A mere slave.

…………….

Berold was moving through the woods briskly and he picked up his pace when he heard the shouting. Jastira quickened her pace as well to keep up with Berold. As they neared the edge of the tree line, Berold and Jastira both crouched down and creeped forward slowly, trying their best to remain unseen. Through tree line, looking into a clearing, they could see a group of men surrounding a woman. They were all standing among the stone ruins of some building or structure. The woman was mostly stripped, with only a few tatters of a torn shirt still on her body. Her wrists were bound behind her back and there was a rope around her throat. The rope was slung over a tree branch and a man behind her was holding the other end of the rope and pulling it tight, forcing the woman to stand up on her toes to ease the tension of the rope around her throat to avoid choking. The man was dressed in pants and a shirt. He was perhaps a soldier, Jastira thought. The woman was standing on a pile of wood and was struggling to keep balance on the shifting sticks and logs beneath her. Two other men, both in robes, were standing in front of the woman. From their robes, they were clearly cult members, Jastira assumed. One was holding a torch. The other one, standing closer to the woman, was holding a large knife.

“Go on, get it over with and stab me and kill me!” the woman growled as she glared at the cult member with a knife.

The man with the knife laughed and shook his head. “No dear, this is not to kill you. Just to draw some blood.” He then took the knife and pressed it into her breast, cutting into it ever so slightly, causing the woman to squeal. The man pulled the blade away and dipped his finger in the small line of blood that had formed and then began to draw some symbols on her bare thighs. “No dear, for the portal to open, you must be burnt alive. That is how you will die.” He turned and nodded to the other cult member holding the torch and that man stepped forward.

The woman began to panic and started thrashing around, but up on her toes, the rope tightly around her throat and her wrists bound behind her back, there was nowhere for to go. “You bastards!” she cried.

Berold and Jastira watched all of this unfolding from the tree line, perched behind a large tree. “Go back to the road and head back in the direction we came. Go find those soldiers,” he whispered.

Jastira shook her head. “There are three men;  you need my help,” she whispered back firmly.

“The two cult members look old. The other guy is bigger but does not look armed at the moment. I can take them. But I need you to get those soldiers. I will take one of these cult members alive and we can interrogate him, but the soldiers can help us transport him somewhere secure to be interrogated. No go!”

Jastira knew Berold was trying to keep her out of danger. She was mad at him for that because she wanted to help. She did not want to leave him to fight all three of these men himself, which seemed dangerous. But as Berold drew his sword and then darted out from the tree line towards the men, it was too late to argue further. Jastira turned and started running back for the road. As she ran, she heard shouts. She prayed Berold was right and that he could take these men himself. She prayed she could catch up to the solders and bring them back her relatively quickly. Their mission and Berold’s life might depend on it

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Nimeroni’s head bobbed up and down as she slurped away on the man’s cock. She did her best to use the suction of her mouth and the flicking of her tongue to give the man as much pleasure as possible. It was the end of the day, and after she had been made to worship and serve Aelina, she had been sent out to serve in the city again. Nimeroni had spent the rest of the day getting fucked and servicing men and women with her mouth. The latest man was a citizen of the oasis and he and his wife had ordered Nimeroni to service each of them. She had been ordered to perform cunnilingus on the woman first, and Nimeroni’s chin still glistened with the woman’s pussy juices. Now she was sucking the husband’s cock. As the man neared climax, he ordered Nimeroni to pull back and she withdrew her mouth as the man’s cock began to spurt. He sprayed his cum all over her face.

The cum from a previous man she had serviced still had not dried on her tits. Nimeroni was covered in sweat and sex fluids. She desperately wanted a bath and hoped she would be permitted one when the day finally ended. She assumed she would. A bath of cold water that had not been heated but a bath nonetheless. The humans here seemed to like their slaves clean and presentable. It was a nightmare but not nearly the nightmare the fuck pit had been. As the man and woman left, Nimeroni rose to her feet. She started to head towards one of the city squares, which is where the slaves were supposed to coalesce when they were not serving. In the square, there would be plenty of free citizens of the Oasis looking for a slave to serve them and Nimeroni knew she would be back to getting fucked or servicing someone with her mouth in short order.

As she walked, Nimeroni passed a man with a human slave in the middle of the street. The slave was on all fours and the man was behind her, thrusting his cock in and out of her ass. Nimeroni recognized the slave as she neared her. It was, Isolde, who had been transported to the oasis with her, and whom she had seen be whipped when she had first been shown around the city. The slave’s back was still covered in nasty welts and cuts from being whipped. Humans did not heal nearly as quickly as elves did.

Nimeroni slowed her pace as she passed, hoping she might get a chance to talk to Isolde. And sure enough just as Nimeroni passed the pair, the man groaned loudly as he climaxed. Isolde was immediately ordered to lick his cock clean, and then the man dismissed her. As Isolde got up to head to the same square as Nimeroni, Nimeroni was only a few yards past them. So, she stopped and waited for Isolde to reach her.

Isolde recognized Nimeroni. “You were the elf that was captured and brought here around the same time as me, aren’t you?” she asked.

Nimeroni nodded. “My name is Nimeroni,” she replied.

“My name is Isolde,” the human slave replied. Her eyes teared up. “This is so awful. I can’t imagine anything worse than this.”

“There are worse things,” Nimeroni said softly, as she thought of the orcs. “But this is certainly awful.”

Isolde looked down at Nimeroni’s thigh. “You were a slave to orcs?” she asked, making the connection as to what Nimeroni had characterized as worse. Nimeroni nodded. “I always feared I would be enslaved by orcs. So many have been,” Isolde said. “But I would have never imagined my fellow humans could be so brutal. Please do not judge our race by these vile people. Most of us are not like this.”

“I do not judge you, not at all,”: Nimeroni replied. “I met some kind, wonderful humans. A man I even loved, until the cult members who live in this city murdered him.” Herr voice trembled as she thought of Rogerin.

“I am sorry,” Isolde said. “I was fortunate that when I was dragged from my home, my own husband was not there. He would have died trying to protect me. I am glad he survived. But it is so painful knowing I will never see him again.”

“I am sorry,” Nimeroni said. “So, you were kidnapped and that is how you ended up enslaved?”

“Yes, I lived in a small village, very far north in a kingdom very distant from here. The orcs had not yet reached our region. We always assumed they would eventually. I was the mayor of our town actually. I received constant updates about the orcs. But we never expected to be attacked by humans. They seemingly came from nowhere. And then dragged me here, in the middle of nowhere.”

“Yes, they told me how isolated we are here. It seems we will never be found. But I suppose that means the orcs will never mind us either,” Nimeroni said. “So, you were the mayor of your town? Before I was taken by the orcs, I was engaged to an elf whose father was mayor,” she said. “Though I barely knew the man. It was a marriage more for political convenience than love. I did not love someone like that until… well, until I met the human man here.” Nimeroni’s eyes teared up even more as her thoughts returned to Rogerin.

“A marriage of political convenience?” Isolde asked. “Are you some kind of princess?”

“Political convenience yes, to form a political alliance between our families. I am not a princess but was from a prominent family, elf royalty in my kingdom actually,” Nimeroni said. “But that seems like several lifetimes ago now.”

Isolde nodded. “Yes, I was a mayor and you were elf royalty. And now we are two sex slaves covered in sweat and cum,” she said bitterly.

Nimeroni reached out and took Isolde’s hand and gently squeezed it. “Well, we were brought into this hell together. Hopefully together we can survive it.” Isolde smiled to her and squeezed Nimeroni’s hand back.

As humiliated and dirty as she felt, Nimeroni did not feel so nearly as hopeless and in despair as she had been as a slave to the orcs. And she was glad to have fellow slaves to help her get through the ordeal. She wondered what was happening with her fellow elf maidens who had joined the refugees form Penrith. She hoped they were ok and did not end up suffering the same fate.

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“Keep it moving, slut!” the man yelled and he slashed at Issarel’s ass with his wooden cane. The elf maiden cried out into her gag from the fierce sting. The man had been thrashing her ass all day with the cane and it was quite tender. The man in front of her holding her leash yanked it hard, to further encourage her to keep moving. The man behind her was some kind of soldier, dressed in pants, boots, but shirtless. The one in front of her wore robes. He was one of the cult members that Issarel had been searching for. But the cult had found Issarel before she found them. The had killed the human male she was with and she had been stripped and bound. Now she was being led away.

“I can’t believe we found an elf out here. The second one in less than two weeks,” the soldier said as she slashed at Issarel’s ass again.

“Well, they were looking for us. Makes it easier when they deliver themselves to us,” the man in the cult robes said, chuckling.

He turned back and looked at Issarel. “We have one of your friends. And we will have the other one soon enough too. You will all be reunited soon!”

Issarel’s heart dropped. She realized that somehow their quest had been compromised. And she dreaded being taken to wherever these men were taking her. She wondered whether the men had Nimeroni or Jastira. She prayed the other one was still safe.

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Jastira was jogging down the road, hoping to quickly make up ground and catch up with the soldiers they had passed earlier in the day. She was already out of breath and was hoping she could move quickly. She hoped Berold was OK. As she rounded a bend on the road, she saw them. Not the soldiers. Men in robes. Three of them. She immediately recognized them as cult members. And as soon as they saw her, they started running towards her. Jastira froze for only a split second as she watched the three men charging towards her. Then the realization of the danger she was in set in. Jastira turned and started running into the forest. As she moved deeper into the woods, she heard the cracking of twigs and leaves behind her. The men were still chasing her.

She realized Berold’s mistake. He had been worried about what would happen to Jastira if he failed to capture or kill the men they had seen trying to sacrifice the woman. But as Jastira heard the loud crashing behind her, she knew her odds would have been much better with him than being found by men all alone, as she was now.

(End of Part 5, to be continued...)