Interlude: The Tale of Jastira: Part 6 – More Slaves for the Oasis

Jastira sprinted as fast as she could. She had been winded, but now adrenaline and fear were coursing through her body and gave her renewed energy. She could hear the shouts of the men pursuing her. Their shouts grew louder and louder as the men drew nearer, closing the distance between them. Jastira tried to weave around trees and change directions, hoping she might lose them in the thick forest. But they were too close now. They could see her and everywhere she went, they continued their pursuit. She could not lose them.

As Jastira ran, she tried to decide what her best option was. Outrunning them had failed. Losing them in thick forest had failed. She decided to change directions again. Back in the direction she had originally come from. Back in the direction of Berold. Or so she prayed. In the forest she could not be sure what direction she was running. But she decided that trying to go in the direction of Berold was her only hope. Jastira knew she would almost certainly not be able to make it back to him before these men caught her. But if she closed some distance, maybe he was coming in her direction. Maybe he had captured one of the cult members he had confronted and was now looking for her. Or maybe back on the road, she would find some of the soldiers that could help her. Jastira clung to this hope. If Berold or someone else didn’t come to her rescue, she was doomed.

Something slammed hard into Jastira’s back and she went crashing to the ground. She wailed in dismay as she fell before smashing into the hard ground. She realized one of the men had tackled her. “Got her!” the man bellowed as he pinned the squirming and screaming elf maiden to the ground. Pressed under his weight, Jastira desperately tried to free herself, but it was no use.

The other two cult members caught up a few seconds later. They looked down at Jastira squirming and thrashing around, crying out in a panic. "An elf! I wonder if this is one of the elf maidens Enzorhan told us about!” one of the men said. “Well, let’s strip her and bind her; the new portal should be opened by now.”

“Let me go! You will pay for this,” Jastira cried out defiantly as one of the men bent down and used a knife to begin cutting away her clothing. But as the last shreds of her clothing were removed and her wrists were wrenched behind her back and bound, Jastira’s defiance turned to despair and she started to sob. “Please let me go!” she wailed, in a panic.

“Aw don’t cry, elf. We are gonna fuck you and make you feel so good. You will love being our sex slave,” one of the men said.

“Let’s give her a little preview now. We got some time. Let’s all have a turn now,” a second man offered.

But the third shook her head. “Nah, let’s get her to the portal first. Then we can fuck her.” The man looked Jastira up and down and licked his lips. The other men grumbled but complied. They hauled Jastira back onto her feet and started taking her back in the direction she had come, towards the road. As they dragged her off, Jastira prayed that the new portal they were talking about was the one that she and Berold had seen men trying to open. She prayed Berold had stopped them. And that these men would be taking her straight to him. If not, she dreaded what was in store for her.

…………….

Nimeroni was on her hands and knees as a man thrust into her from behind. She was embarrassed at the wet sounds as the man’s clock plunged in and out of her slicked sex. She was humiliated at how aroused she was becoming as she was fucked by these humans that had murdered the man she had loved, and kidnapped and enslaved her. Isolde was also on her hands and knees, beside Nimeroni, being fucked by another man. She was moaning as she was fucked. Nimeroni and Isolde had discussed how they should act aroused, to keep the Masters and Mistresses pleased. If the Masters and Mistresses were pleased, it meant less abuse for them. But Nimeroni knew that her own dripping pussy and the intense tingle deep in her loins was no act. She wondered if Isolde’s soft moans were also real or an act.

As they were fucked, Nimeroni’s eyes were closed but when she heard shouting, her eyes shot open. Straight ahead of her, men were leading a line of women down the street. The women’s arms and necks were locked in slave yokes and Nimeroni realized they were new captives who would soon be her slave sisters. They were all human and woman girls.

Until the end. Then Nimeroni saw her. It was an elf maiden. It was Issarel. She had not seen Issarel in weeks, not since they had split up to investigate different temples. And now Issarel had been captured just like Nimeroni. Guilt washed over Nimeroni. She had been forced to divulge their plans to Enzorhan. She had doomed Issarel.

“We got 6 news slaves,” one of the men escorting the line announced loudly. “Five humans and an elf!”

Another man intercepted them. It was the slaver, Atkin. He went straight for Issarel and inspected her. He pointed to the orc brand on her thigh. “Ah, she is already a slave; she is branded by orcs. Probably a runaway. And she could be one of the elf maidens Enzorhan is looking for. Take her straight to Enzorhan to be interrogated and broken. Take the others to be branded,” he commanded.

Nimeroni closed her eyes again. She did not want to see the terrified look on Issarel’s face. So, she tried to put it out of her mind and focus on the pleasure she was feeling as she was roughly fucked by the Master.

…………….

The men had reached the road and were dragging Jastira down it. Closer to Berold, she told herself. Closer to her rescue. Berold had saved her from slavery by humans before. And from slavery by goblins or orcs. He would save her again. She clung to that hope. She tried to focus on Berold and not the crude remarks of the men around her. “Look at her ass and tits juggle as she walks. She is a fine piece of elf ass,” one of the men called out. Another reached out and gave Jastira’s ass a slap, causing her to yelp. She stopped walking, turned and glared hatefully at the man. He glared back at her and then swung his arm back and then punched her hard in the stomach. Jastira fell to her knees and gasped for breath, the wind knocked out of her.

Another one of the men grabbed her and pulled her back up onto her feet. “You got a defiant streak in you, elf. We will fuck that out of you soon enough,” he remarked. “Now come.” The man shoved Jastira forward and she started walking again.

As the three men and Jastira moved down the road, they saw a man coming up it towards them. For a brief moment, Jastira hoped it was Berold. But as they drew nearer, she realized it was another man in a robe. She felt her eyes tear up as it sunk in it was just another man from the cult, not rescue. When they met up with Jastira’s captors, one of her captors called out, “The portal opened yet?”

The new man shook his head. “Nope. Turn around, we have to go to another portal.”

“Another portal?” one of Jastira’s captors asked, exasperated. “The closest one is like a week’s walk! That was the whole point of opening this new one!”

“They didn’t open it. They ran into trouble,” the new man announced.

“What kind of trouble?” one of the captors asked.

“Not sure but I was told we have to use another portal. That is all I know,” the new man replied.

Jastira felt both relief and despair. The news signaled Berold might have succeeded. He was hopefully OK. But it also meant that these men were no longer taking her in his direction. They were heading in a new direction. Away from Berold. Away from rescue.

“Fuck, well let’s get moving,” one of her captors announced. He looped some rope around her throat and tied it, leashing her. He yanked at the leash and started pulling her in the opposite direction on the road. Jastira started to sob. She feared what would happen to her when she was taken to this other portal. She feared she would never see Berold again.

…………….

Nimeroni was on her knees in front of a man, her lips wrapped around his cock, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked him off. Beside him, another man was rapidly stroking his cock, which was pointed in her direction. Moment earlier, Nimeroni had assumed the man was just stroking his cock so he would be ready to fuck her when she finished sucking off the first man. But then the second man had excitedly announced he wanted to “jerk off on the elf cunt’s face.” In her brief slavery to the humans of the Oasis, Nimeroni had learned that most men, like orcs, were just looking for a warm, tight, slippery slave hole to fuck. But some men, like this man, got off more in degrading and humiliating the slaves. It was not her role, as a slave, to judge how a free person got their pleasure. Her role was to give the free pleasure however a Master or Mistress defined that pleasure. And as degradation and humiliation went, this man ejaculating on her face was hardly that bad.

The man she was sucking off groaned. “Hold my cum in your mouth, slut, do not swallow it!” he commanded, and a second later, his cock began spurting his cum into her mouth. Nimeroni did her best to hold it in her mouth and not swallow, though the man’s cock continued spurting and some of it spilled down her lips. As the man withdraw his cock, he ordered Nimeroni to open her mouth and prove she had not swallowed his cum. She opened her mouth to show the globs of cum filling her mouth and coating her tongue. As she did, the other man groaned and began ejaculating.

 

The man’s cum splattered all over Nimeroni’s face. Both men chuckled as they looked at Nimeroni with a mouthful of cum in her mouth and more cum dripping down her face. As she sat there, she heard the rattle of the chain, and she turned to see a man and slave approaching. It was Issarel crawling, and she was behind the man, being led by a chain leash. Nimeroni had not seen Issarel in almost a week, and Nimeroni assumed she had been in the dungeon undergoing the same breaking and interrogation that Nimeroni herself had faced.

“Is that the new elf cunt?” the man that had just ejaculated on Nimeroni’s face asked the newly arriving man.

The man leading Issarel replied, “Yep. Broken in and ready to begin her service in the Oasis.” He turned back and looked at Issarel. “You ready to begin serving the free, slave?” he asked her.

“Yes, Master, I am eager to serve the Masters and Mistresses,” she replied softly, her gaze down at the man’s boot and her cheeks reddened. The man pointed to Nimeroni. “See all that cum on her face? Go lick it off.”

“Yes, Master,” Issarel said obediently, and she quickly crawled over to Nimeroni. The two elf maidens made quick eye contact, and then Issarel leaned in and begin licking up the globs of cum on Nimeroni’s cheeks and the side of her face.

“See how that slave holds the cum in her mouth. You do the same, slave; do not swallow it.” the man commanded, and Issarel continued licking up all the cum on Nimeroni’s forehead, lips, and chin. Both slaves now had mouthfuls of cum. “Now kiss slaves and share the cum,” the man commanded.

Issarel leaned in pressed her lips to Nimeroni’s and pushed her tongue inside Nimeroni’s mouth. The elf maidens began using their tongues to push the cum back and forth in each other’s mouths. The two slaves kissed passionately, their tongues dancing with each other as they swapped the creamy globs of cum back and forth in each other’s mouths.

“Now swallow our cum,” one of the men commanded, but it did not register for Nimeroni which one had said it. She was too focused on the feel of Issarel’s lips against hers and her tongue pushing into her mouth. She loved the taste of Issarel’s cum-coated tongue. The elf slaves swallowed the cum in their mouths but then quickly pressed their lips together and began kissing again. Nimeroni felt Issarel’s stiff nipples graze against her own as the two slaves pressed their bodies together tightly and passionately kissed. Issarel shifted her position, straddling Nimeroni’s thigh, and Nimeroni could feel Issarel’s wet pussy smearing her juices across her leg. Nimeroni smelled the strong scent of female arousal, knowing it was likely both Issarel’s and her own.

Nimeroni was glad her friend was here so that they could serve the Masters and Mistresses together. She wondered where Jastira was and found herself hoping that Jastira joined them soon as well, so all three elf maidens could serve together. Certainly, this was a much better life than the constant fear of being found by the orcs.

As Issarel’s hand slid down Nimeroni’s belly and between her thighs to her wet clit, Nimeroni moaned loudly into Issarel’s mouth. For the moment, she forgot completely about Jastira. All she could focus on was her intense, burning arousal.

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Jastira fought back her tears as she sat on the wagon as it rolled down the road, pulled by a horse. Her four cultist captors had stolen a horse drawn wagon from a man they had come across on the road, after killing him, and the cultists were now using that wagon to travel to the closest portal. But the portal was not nearby. They had been riding on the wagon for several days now.

Jastira had been raped constantly by the four vile men as they travelled down the road. There was always one directing the horse drawing the wagon, and the other three usually had nothing to do but fuck and abuse Jastira.

Jastira did not know any of the men’s names but she had come up with nicknames for each one. There was The One with Bad Teeth. He had crooked, yellow and brown teeth, and usually had bad breath. She hated being fucked by all of the men, despised it with every fiber of her being. But at least compared to the others, being fucked by The One with Bad Teeth was the least awful, which wasn’t saying much.

Then there was The Mean One. He was the youngest of the group, and he particularly enjoyed being rough with Jastira. None of the men were particularly gentle with Jastira as they forced themselves on her. But The Man One was particularly vicious and sadistic, driving his cock into her as hard as he could, and he also liked to slap her around as he fucked her. He enjoyed hurting her. Jastira hated him the most.

Then there was The Fat and Smelly One. Whereas the first two liked to switch up the positions they put Jastira in when they fucked her, The Fat and Smelly One usually preferred laying on top of Jastira, settled in between her parted thighs and fucking her. Which meant that his large, sweaty, smelly body was always pressed down on top of Jastira, covering her with his stench and painfully pressing her onto the hard wood of the wagon floor. The Fat and Smelly one had just gotten done fucking Jastira, and his cum was currently oozing down Jastira’s thigh.

The fourth of her captors was The Old One. He was fairly old, and unfortunately for Jastira, he often took forever to cum. He also had trouble staying hard sometimes and preferred fucking her ass; Jastira guessed because it was tighter and more pleasurable for him so it helped his old cock to stay hard and eventually reach climax. As and much as she despised being fucked vaginally, being sodomized was so much worse. But at least he wasn’t The Mean One.

At the moment, The Old One was driving the wagon and the other three were sitting in the back with Jastira, chatting with each other. They were ignoring Jastira for the moment, for which she was very grateful. She was glad from a break from their abuse.  But then The One with Bad Teeth suddenly yanked at the chain that had been attached to the collar now locked around Jastira’s throat. “Time to fuck, slave!” he announced.

Jastira glared at the man hatefully and clamped her thighs together tightly. She was desperately trying not to surrender or submit. To not accept what these vile men were doing to her. To defy them.  But The One with Bad Teeth glared back at her and reached for the whip at his belt. Jastira stared fearfully at the whip. Fighting back more tears, she reluctantly parted her thighs wide. She did not want to feel the cruel bite of the whip.

 

The One with Bad Teeth reached between Jastira’s parted thighs and pushed two of his dirty fingers inside her sex. Jastira grunted in discomfort and the man frowned. “Not very wet! I bet the only wetness down there is the cum we spurted in you! You better learn to keep your cunt wet, slut. Get yourself wet, now!” he growled.

Jastira glared at the man again, not moving right away to begin pleasuring herself. But The One with Bad Teeth reached yet again towards his whip. That was all it took. Reluctantly, Jastira slid her own hand to her sex and began rubbing herself, trying her best to grow aroused quickly. She felt nothing but disgust and hatred for this man and the other three, and arousal was the last thing on her mind. But she knew the man’s patience would wear quickly. Jastira closed her eyes as she rubbed and fingered herself and tried to think of Berold.

But the thought of the man she loved only brought more tears. She realized she would never see him again. And she dreaded what might have happened to him. The only thing that had kept her going through this ordeal since being kidnapped by these vile men was the hope that Berold was still alive. Every possibility had run through her mind. When the man, whom she later came to known as The Old One, had arrived to inform the others that there had been trouble where they had tried to open the portal, she had to assume that Berold must have succeeded in stopping them. If they had killed Berold and his attempted intervention had simply delayed them, they would have taken her back to that location and waited for the portal to be opened, rather than travel across land for over a week to take her to another portal. She assumed that had to be right. She prayed it was right. But even if Berold had succeeded then, was he still alive? Surely these men would now be hunting him. These cultists vastly outnumbered him. If he had survived the day Jastira was captured, had he survived many more? Was he still alive? The dreaded thought that he wasn’t alive constantly ran through Jastira’s mind.

Jastira stopped thinking about Berold. She could not focus on their good memories, only her fear for his safety and despair she would never see him again. She was growing only sad, not aroused. Jastira tried to clear her mind completely and focus on the sensation she felt as she fingered herself and rubbed her clit. Eventually, she began to grow aroused.

The One with Bad Teeth waited until Jastira’s fingers began making wet squelching noises as they plunged in and out of her now slick sex. “Turn around, on all fours and present!” he commanded, releasing her chain collar so she could shift positions.

Humiliated, Jastira turned her body around and got on all fours so that her ass was presented to The One with Bad Teeth. He moved in behind her. She felt his fingers pushing into her now wet pussy. “That’s a good slut,” he praised her, in a mocking tone.

Then the man withdrew his fingers from her pussy and they slid upward in between her ass cheeks. He began to rub them around her anus before pushing his fingers inside her ass. Jastira realized he was using her pussy juices to lubricate her ass. The humiliation and shame that she was about to be fucked turned to dread, as she realized she was about to be ass fucked. The One with Bad Teeth grabbed Jastira’s ass cheeks and parted them. He leaned his face in and spit a large wad of spit right on her asshole, adding more lubrication. A moment later, Jastira felt the man’s erect cock begin to push between her parted ass cheeks and inside her ass, causing her to grunt once again. Through her tear-blurred eyes, she saw The Old One in the front of the wagon, his head turned to watch as The One with Bad Teeth began thrusting in and out of her ass. He had a large grin on his face. “In about a day, we will have you to the portal, slave. Then you can serve all the free of the Oasis and not just us four,” he told her. “The men of the Oasis will enjoy your tight ass.”

Jastira closed her eyes so she did not have to see The Old One leering at her as she was sodomized. She tried to put her mind elsewhere, on anything but the cock painfully reaming her ass. She wondered what and where the Oasis was. She had heard the men talking about it several times. She had surmised that was where these cultists were based, but it seemed many other humans were there too from their conversations. She was not looking forward to arriving, to be a sex slave and raped by even more people.

As The Man with Bad Teeth began thrusting harder, his thighs clapping loudly against Jastira’s ass cheeks, and Jastira fought the urge to start sobbing. She did not want to give these cruel men the satisfaction. But she knew her already hopeless situation was about to turn even more hopeless when she was taken though that portal to who knows where, to spend the rest of her life as a sex slave.

(End of Part 6, to be continued...)