Interlude: The Tale of Jastira: Part 7 – Nimeroni Puts on a Show for the King

“Resume, slaves,” King Gaviunus ordered from his throne. Nimeroni was putting on a show in the throne room with the dark elf slave Dhenzuba for the entertainment of King Gaviunus and his daughter, Aelina. Though Aelina was not paying that much attention to the show. She was sitting on a throne beside her father, with Issarel on her knees at Aelina’s feet, her face buried between the princess’s thighs and lapping away with her tongue at her sex. Aelina was currently moaning with her eyes closed. Nimeroni could not imagine allowing someone to go down on her in front of her own family. But these humans in the Oasis seemed very open sexually, at least with use of slaves. Perhaps it was because they were slaves. Perhaps it was not viewed as anything but entertainment. Just a leisurely activity with an animal. In that sense, maybe for Aelina, receiving cunnilingus from a slave in front of her father was no different than having her hair brushed in front of her father. It still seemed downright perverse to Nimeroni. But she knew it was not her place to judge the free of the Oasis. It was her place to serve them.  She was but a slave.

“I said, resume, slaves,” Gaviunus barked impatiently, and Nimeroni was awakened from her thoughts. She got mad at herself for forgetting her place and being displeasing. She returned her focus to the show she was putting on with Dhenzuba. Dhenzuba was the dark elf slave owned by the Oasis, now the only one, after Nimeroni had witnessed them executing Dhenzuba’s sister, Lirsharu. Before arriving at the Oasis, Nimeroni had never seen a dark elf. Now she had committed almost every imaginable intimate act with this one. They would have never met in their own world. Now they were slave sisters in this one.

Dhenzuba closed her eyes and let out a small whimper, before she bent over again and grabbed her ankles so that her ass was jutting out. Her ass was already red and bruised from the earlier hard spanks that Nimeroni had given her. The show Gaviunus had ordered the two slaves to perform was for Nimeroni to dominate Dhenzuba.

“Legs open wider, slut, so I can see your dripping cunt!” Nimeroni ordered sternly, playing the part of the dominant. Dhenzuba parted her legs wider and Nimeroni could see that indeed, her pussy was dripping. Dhenzuba might have been in pain and discomfort from the hard spankings she had been given. But she was also thoroughly aroused. As was Nimeroni. She did not enjoy inflicting pain on this other slave. But she had to admit it was fun to be dominant for a change. Nimeroni drew her hand back and then swung it hard. With a loud crack, the palm of her hand connected with Dhenzuba’s right ass cheek, leaving another red handprint on the pale blue flesh of her ass. The dark elf let out a sharp cry and lurched forward. She let go of her ankles and reared up, but then quickly returned to her position. Her legs wobbled a little as she tried to endure the fierce, stinging pain. Before she could recover, Nimeroni landed another hard smack on her other ass cheek, causing the dark elf to make another pained cry.

Nimeroni began smacking Dhenzuba’s ass over and over, each smack harder than the next. Dhenzuba began squirming and then shaking, struggling to hold her position. On the eleventh smack, she once again fell from her position, this time falling to her knees. Crying softly, Dhenzuba picked herself up and bent over and grabbed her ankles once again. Nimeroni stared down at Dhenzuba’s reddened ass. She reached between Dhenzuba’s parted legs and rubbed her hand along the dark elf’s slit. Dhenzuba was wet with arousal, which made Nimeroni relieved. It was easier for her to inflict pain on her fellow slave, if the slave was also getting thoroughly aroused. Nimeroni did not feel as guilty. Nimeroni easily pushed a couple fingers into Dhenzuba’s slick cunt. This caused Dhenzuba to stop her pained whimpers and begin to moan loudly.

Nimeroni fingered the dark elf for a few moments before she withdrew her fingers. Her fingers were glistening and Nimeroni raised them right to her own lips and sucked off the juices. Then she raised her hand and rained another hard smack down across Dhenzuba’s ass. Then again and again, over and over until Dhenzuba was sobbing. Nimeroni didn’t know if the sobs were an act or not. She hoped they were. She did not want to inflict this much pain on a fellow slave. But they had been commanded to perform by a Master, and this particular Master was the king at that. They had no choice but to comply.

Finally, after a few more hard slaps, Nimeroni stopped. Tears were rolling down Dhenzuba’s cheeks. Her ass was bright red, and Nimeroni knew it would bruise badly. It would be very tender for a couple days, though not nearly as tender as both their asses would have been had they not performed well and been whipped as punishment.

That portion of the show was over, and it was time for the finale. Nimeroni grabbed Dhenzuba’s hair and yanked her up from her bent over position so that she was standing up straight. She turned Dhenzuba around so that they were facing each other. Then Nimeroni pointed to the ground at her feet. “On your knees and thank me for your spanking,” she ordered.

Dhenzuba was rubbing her sore ass cheeks but as soon as she was ordered she got down on her knees, and crouched down with her head in between Nimeroni’s thighs. She looked up at Nimeroni and Nimeroni could see the lust in her eyes. Dhenzuba raised up and pushed her face right into Nimeroni’s crotch. Nimeroni felt an intense ripple of pleasure as soon as Dhenzuba’s tongue found her clit, and she moaned loudly. As Dhenzuba began expertly flicking at Nimeroni’s clit with her tongue, Nimeroni grabbed her hair and pulled her slave sister into her crotch even deeper. With her other hand, Nimeroni began rubbing and pinching her own nipples, going back and forth between them.

It was less than a minute before an orgasm came crashing over Nimeroni, her pussy gushing all over Dhenzuba’s face as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her. As Nimeroni’s orgasm began to wane, King Gaviunus began to clap. “Excellent show, slaves! Come over here and kneel.” He commanded them.

Nimeroni and Dhenzuba hurried over and knelt at the king’s feet. Nimeroni heard Dhenzuba gasp as she sat her tender ass cheeks on the back of her heels. Nimeroni felt herself beaming with pride that the king had complimented them for their performance. She parted her knees wider, making sure the King could see her glistening cunt, hoping maybe he would decide to fuck her. Dhenzuba did the same. Nimeroni figured maybe it was just because Dhenzuba did not want to be accused of not displaying her cunt properly. Or maybe Dhenzuba was just as horny as Nimeroni was.

Issarel was still on her knees, with her face buried between Aelina’s thighs, lapping at her sex, but Aelina grabbed her hair and wrenched her head back. “This slave is ok at licking pussy but that one looks to be quite good,” she said to her father, gesturing toward Dhenzuba. “Slaves, switch spots. I want your mouth on my pussy instead,” she told Dhenzuba. As Issarel shuffled backwards, still on her knees, Dhenzuba crawled over, switching spots. Soon she was sliding her tongue up and down Aelina’s slit. Aelina closed her eyes and began moaning again. Issarel knelt beside Nimeroni. Her lips and chin were covered in Issarel’s pussy juices.

“Well now you have a new slave to dominate,” King Gaviunus said to Nimeroni, gesturing towards Issarel. “Take her to the wall and tie her wrists and then dominate her.” As he issued his commands, King Gaviunus unfasted his pants and pulled out his cock. He gripped his cock, apparently intending to stroke himself as he watched Nimeroni and Issarel put on a new performance. Nimeroni was still fascinated by the seeming perversion of these humans. This man was stroking his cock right next to his daughter, who was moaning loudly in ecstasy as a slave performed cunnilingus on her.

Nimeroni pushed aside her judgment. She and Issarel both said, “Yes, Master,” in unison and they rose to the feet and moved over to the wall. Suspended from the ceiling was some rope, and Nimeroni took Issarel’s wrists and pulled them up above her head and bound then with the rope.

Nimeroni pushed Issarel’s back against the wall. Then she leaned in, grabbed, Issarel’s hair and roughly yanked her head back. Nimeroni leaned in further and pressed her lips to Issarel’s and gave her a rough kiss. Issarel parted her lips, letting Nimeroni push her tongue into Issarel’s mouth. Nimeroni could taste Aelina’s pussy on Issarel’s lips and tongue and Nimeroni began sucking on her tongue. As they kissed. Nimeroni reached down her other hand and pinched Issarel’s right nipple in between her thumb and forefinger, and then twisted it hard. Issarel squealed into Nimeroni’s mouth.

Nimeroni pulled her lips from Issarel’s and began to kiss a trail down her neck, her collarbone, and her chest, and the top of her left breast, down until her mouth encircled Issarel’s nipple. She began to suck on the nipple and flick at it with her tongue, until it quickly stiffened, and then she bit down on it, causing Issarel to squeal again. Nimeroni pulled her mouth away and then turned her attention to the other nipple, licking, and sucking on it before biting it. Back and forth she went, licking, sucking and biting both of Issarel’s nipples. Issarel began to squirm and moan, and her breath became ragged. She let out a squeal each time Nimeroni’s teeth made hard contact with her sensitive nipples.

As Nimeroni continued teasing Issarel’s nipples with her mouth, she slid her fingers from one of her hands down Issarel’s belly and then her hip. As Nimeroni trailed her fingers ever so slightly down Issarel’s moist slit, Issarel moaned loudly. Her hips surged forward as she tried to press her sex harder against Nimeroni’s exploring fingers. Nimeroni gave her pussy a hard slap. She pulled her mouth away from Issarel’s nipple and looked up at her. “Press your ass against the wall,” slut,” she commanded and she could hear King Gaviunus chuckle behind them. Issarel quickly complied, pressing back against the wall.

Nimeroni slapped the inside of Issarel’s thigh. “Spread your legs more, slut,” she ordered Issarel, and Issarel eagerly complied. Nimeroni’s mouth returned to Issarel’s left breast and she slowly began to kiss a trail down her breast and then her belly. She crouched down on her knees so that her face was level with Issarel’s pussy. She could smell the elf maiden’s arousal. Her labia were swollen and glistening, and her swollen clit was protruding from its hood. Nimeroni leaned in and took Issarel’s clit in between her lips. Issarel gasped and her hips bucked again. Nimeroni began sliding her tongue up and down Issarel’s slit, savoring the sweet taste of her pussy. Nimeroni began working her slave sister’s cunt with her mouth and tongue, until her tongue was thoroughly coated with her juices. Nimeroni’s mouth moved up again and she began flicking at Issarel’s clit with her tongue before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it. Issarel was now gasping and moaning, and shaking. She was bucking her hips harder, grinding her cunt against Nimeroni’s mouth.

Nimeroni kept lapping at Issarel’s sex but then suddenly pulled her face away, before Issarel had a chance to climax. Nimeroni slapped Issarel’s wet cunt hard, making her squeal. “No cumming for you yet, slut,” Nimeroni snapped, still playing the part of the dominant. She reached up and grabbed Issarel’s scalp hard and spun her around, press her face and breasts into wall. “Stick your ass out for your spanking,” Nimeroni sternly commanded.

Issarel began to tremble as she slowly stuck her ass out. She tugged at the rope holding her wrists above her head, probably because she wanted to use her hands to shield her ass, but of course, the rope held tight.

Nimeroni stood directly behind Issarel and cupped her ass with her hand. She began to lightly trace circles over her ass cheeks with her fingers. “Such a spankable little ass you have, slut,” she said.

Issarel pressed her forehead against her arm on the wall, trying to brace herself for what was coming. She was breathing hard. Nimeroni pulled her hand away from Issarel’s ass and Issarel immediately tensed up, on edge with anticipation of what was coming. Nimeroni swung her arm and connected her hand with a hard slap to Issarel’s left ass cheek. A loud crack echoed through the room and King Gaviunus and his daughter both clapped with delight. Issarel gasped in pain, her body stiffened, and she pressed herself against the wall even harder as if trying to escape the abuse she knew was coming.

Issarel reached back and slapped the right cheek and then the left cheek again, in quick succession. Issarel cried out and began writhing around. Another loud crack sounded as Nimeroni struck Issarel’s right check. Then two more slaps, one to each cheek. Issarel started crying out and bucking, yanking yard against the ropes holding her wrists, desperately trying to bring her hands down to soothe or shield her fiercely stinging ass, but the ropes held firm.

Nimeroni sensed what Issarel was trying to do, and she reached down and softly rubbed Nimeroni’s reddened ass, trying to sooth it a little. Issarel let out a small whimper, appreciative of the soothing rub. But then Nimeroni reared her hand and gave Issarel another hard slap across both cheeks, the hardest yet. Issarel jolted forward, pressing her body hard into the wall, and let out a pained cry. Another smack, this one fully across Issarel’s left cheek, as hard as the last one. Then another hard smack against the other cheek.

Issarel began shaking her ass and stamping her feet rapidly, trying anything to sooth the fierce sting she felt across her backside or take her focus off of it. But Nimeroni kept raining down blows across her friend’s ass. Issarel was soon sobbing and Nimeroni knew this was likely no act. Nimeroni wanted to stop. She hated causing her friend pain. But she knew if they did not thoroughly entertain the king and his daughter, both slaves would suffer much me immensely than what Issarel was suffering now.

Finally, Nimeroni decided it had been enough to please King Gaviunus. She stopped the spanking and once again rubbing Issarel’s ass in soothing circles. Issarel again pressed her face into her arm and cried softly, but as Nimeroni kept up her soft rubs, Issarel’s sobs lessened.

The spanking was over but the show was not. Nimeroni crouched down and began planting a series of soft kisses on each of Issarel’s reddened ass cheeks. Issarel winced; even Nimeroni’s soft kisses hurt her tender, stinging ass cheeks.

Nimeroni stood up and grabbed Issarel by the air and spun her around again. She pushed Issarel against the wall and Issarel gave out a yelp when her tender ass made contact with the wall. But Nimeroni was determined to take her friend’s focus off the pain. Still gripping Isarrel by the hair, Nimeroni leaned in and pressed her lips to Issarel’s and kissed her deeply.

Nimeroni reached down with her other hand and thrust it between Issarel’s parted thighs. Nimeroni was surprised how wet she was down there, after that painful spanking. Nimeroni kept kissing Issarel as she plunged her fingers into her slave sister’s sopping cunt. Nimeroni fingered her for a few moments before she pulled her face away from Issarel’s and removed her hand from Issarel’s slick cunt and placed them at Issarel’s lips. Issarel parted her lips and took the fingers in her mouth and began to suck them, tasting her own arousal.

Nimeroni pulled her hand from Issarel’s mouth and then crashed her own lips against Issarel’s once again, now also tasting Issarel’s delicious, aroused pussy on Issarel’s tongue and lips. As Nimeroni’s hand once again slipped down to Issarel’s cunt, Issarel moaned loudly, muffled by Nimeroni’s mouth. Nimeroni began plunging her fingers in and out of Issarel’s sex before she moved her hand up and began rubbing her swollen clit. Back and forth Nimeroni went between fingering Issarel and rubbing Issarel’s clit, each time picking up the tempo. Issarel started panting and then moaning. Nimeroni used her other hand to begin rubbing and caressing and squeezing Issarel’s breasts in a tender fashion.

It was not long before Nimeroni could sense that Issarel was on the edge of climaxing. Her pussy was dripping, and twitching around Nimeroni’s thrusting fingers. Issarel was writhing and bucking against Nimeroni’s hand and her moans grew louder. Nimeroni decided to up the ante. She dropped down onto her knees and pressed her mouth to Issarel’s sex. Her tongue circled around Issarel’s clit. As she did, she continued fingering Issarel, pumping two fingers in and out of her sex. Nimeroni began sucking on Issarel’s clit, and Issarel only lasted a few more seconds. Her pussy began spasming as she cried out in ecstasy and a rush of juices gushed over Nimeroni’s hands and spilling into her mouth. Nimeroni eagerly lapped them up. When Issarel finally stopped shaking and spasming, Nimeroni stood up. She licked her lips clean and then her fingers.

Nimeroni felt a hand on her should and she turned. It was King Gaviunus. Nimeroni quickly fell to her knees and knelt at his feet. “I hope you enjoyed the show, Master,” she said.

“I did. I did indeed, slave,” the king said. Nimeroni was staring at his feet but she could hear Aelina moaning loudly behind Gaviunus; she was apparently still being orally pleasured by Dhenzuba. Gaviunus reached over and began to untie Issarel’s wrists. When they were free, Issarel knelt on the ground beside Nimeroni. He reached for his belt and unsheathed his dagger and for a moment, Nimeroni grew frightened. But Gaviunus used his dagger to cut off one end of the rope from the wall. He tossed it down onto Issarel’s lap. He then pointed to Nimeroni. “Tie her wrists,” he commanded. It seemed it was Nimeroni’s turn to be the submissive, helpless one.

Nimeroni’s wrists were resting on her parted thighs, and Issarel took them and crossed them, and then bound them with the rope. King Gaviunus smiled own at the two elf slaves and then began to unbuckle his belt. He pulled it off and then dropped his pants, his erect cock spring forth and jutting out in the air. He looked to Issarel again. “Stand and hold her head,” he commanded, pointing towards Nimeroni.

“Yes, Master,” Issarel said, and she quickly complied, standing next to the kneeling Nimeroni and gripping her hair tightly.

“I am going to fuck your throat, slave, open wide,” Gaviunus commanded Nimeroni. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue.

 

She could feel her pussy throbbing and she realized that the thought of having the king fuck her mouth and throat was turning her on intensely.

Gaviunus shuffled forward and using his hand, he guided his cock to Nimeroni’s open mouth. He began to push his cock past her lips and into her mouth. As it slid fully into her mouth and began to push into the back of her throat, Nimeroni started to gag. But she managed to keep her mouth fully open, which was good. She knew she would be punished if her teeth scraped a Master’s cock.

Gaviunus started thrusting his hips, pumping his cock in and out of Nimeroni’s throat. She started making wet gagging noises every time the cock thrusted deep into her mouth. Gaviunus got into a steady rhythm, pushing his cock into the elf slave’s mouth and down her throat. Issarel continued gripping Nimeroni’s hair, holding her head in place as Nimeroni’s mouth as fucked by the king.

Nimeroni’s mouth had been fucked like this plenty of times before, by both orc and man, and she did her best to relax her throat and breathe through her nose as the assault on her throat continued. She gagged and sputtered as her throat was pounded. Thankfully, the King was thoroughly aroused and so he came quickly. He groaned loudly and Nimeroni felt the first blasts of cum shooting from the king’s cock and into the back of her throat. Her mouth rapidly filled with cum and she quickly swallowed it.

Nimeroni felt something oozing down her thigh and she realized her pussy was now dripping with arousal. As embarrassing as it was, she knew she was getting increasingly turned on when serving the free of the Oasis.

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Jastira lay limp in the dirt. The Mean One was on top of her, her legs lifted up and over his shoulders, as he savagely thrust into her. Jastira’s head was turned to the side and her eyes were clamped shut, not wanting to look up at the sadistic bastard who was ravaging her. But he slapped her across the cheek and reached down and cruelly pinched and twisted her nipple. “Look up and look me in the eyes, slut,” he snarled. Jastira knew The Mean One liked to see Jastira’s face when he fucked her, so he could see the mix of fear, hatred, revulsion, sorrow, disgust, and pain in her faces when he forced himself on her. She reluctantly opened her eyes and turned her head so she was looking up at the awful man. She stared at him through the tears in her eyes.

With her legs lifted over his shoulders, The Mean One had a great angle to really pound hard into Jastira, and really make her feel it. He rammed his cock to the hilt inside her battered pussy, withdrew fully, before slamming into her again, over and over at a rapid pace. Jastira had cried out in pain for much of this session but had now fallen silent, as shock started to set in.

As much as she hated this moment, Jastira was still dreading when this was over. They had arrived at the portal, or at least where the portal would open, apparently. There was no portal there in the moment, though four wooden stakes had been driven into the ground in a square pattern, apparently marking where the portal would appear.

But before she was to be taken through the portal, her four kidnappers had declared they wanted “one more go at her holes” before they escorted her through the portal. They had told her when they were done, they would send her through the portal. She feared that would almost certainly be it for her. She would end up in some unknown destination in this word. Berold would have no way of finding her. She would spend the rest of her life as a slave. By pure luck, she had managed to escape slavery from the orcs. It was sinking in she would not be so lucky a second time.

Jastira’s other three captors were standing around Jastira in a semicircle, watching The Mean One fuck her. All three were naked and they were stroking their cocks, turned on by watching their friend fucking Jastira, and getting ready to fuck her themselves.

The Mean One’s cock continued stabbing in and out of Jastira’s sore, ravaged pussy. He slapped her across the face again. “When you are getting fucked by all the men in Oasis, I want you to think of me, and remember how good I filled the nice little cunt of yours, and how hard I pounded, you,” he snarled. He pumped into her a few more times and then he threw his head back and groaned loudly. Jastira could feel the warmth of his seed pouring into her battered pussy. When he had finished cumming, The Mean One leaned down and pressed his mouth to Jastira’s neck and bit it hard, adding to the bite marks he had already placed all over her breasts.

The Mean One pulled his softening cock from Jastira’s pussy and rolled off of her body. She hugged her knees against her chest and cried softly, as she tried to catch her breath.

But her ordeal was not over. “Up on all fours. Get in position to be fucked from behind,” The One with Bad Teeth commanded. Jastira did not get into position right away, which earned her a hard kick into her side by The One with Bad Teeth. “Don’t make me repeat myself, slave!” he growled. Jastira reluctantly got in position. As soon as she was, Jastira assumed The One with Bad Teeth would position himself behind her to fuck her from behind. But instead, he lay down on his back beside her. The man reached over and grabbed her by her hips with and lifted her up, pulling her over to him and lowering her again so that she was straddling him, looking down at his face and her pussy lined up with his erect cock. Still holding her hips with one hand, The One with Bad Teeth used his other hand to line up his erect cock with her pussy, and he rubbed it against her slit a few times. Then he thrust upward hard with his hips, driving his cock up inside her. Jastira grunted as his cock pushed inside her sore pussy. As the man began thrusting in and out of her, Jastira stared down at him, hatred and shame in her eyes. But then she felt anther hand gripping her scalp. Her head was yanked up so that Jastira was suddenly starting right at the cock of The Fat and Smelly One, which was jutting out right in front of her face. He pushed his cock against her lips and Jastira reluctantly opened her mouth so that his sweaty, disgusting cock could slide into her mouth. He began thrusting in rhythm with The One with Bad Teeth, causing Jastira to gag as his cock pushed into the back of her throat. Jastira was suffering enough as she was fucked from both ends but then she felt something rubbing against her asshole. She realized it was The Old One’s cock. He had positioned himself behind her. Jastira squealed around the cock shoved into her mouth as the Old one began to push his cock into her unlubricated ass. As much as her ravaged, tender pussy hurt as she was being fucked again, the cock driving and tearing into her ass hurt even more. Tears began pouring down Jastira’s face as the three men fucked her in unison, roughly pounding all of her holes at once. The humiliation and shame she felt was much worse than the pain.

The men pumped away for several minutes. Occasionally, one would slow down for a little while, trying to prolong his pleasure and delay his orgasm. It made them last longer and Jastira could only remain in her crouching position, grunting and whimpering as all of her orifices were ravaged.

Finally, The One with Bad Teeth groaned below her and she felt his cock spurting inside her pussy. A moment later, The Fat and Smelly One’s cock erupted inside her mouth, forcing her to swallow all of his cum. The two men withdrew their cocks form her and moved back, but The Old One pumped away inside her sore ass for several more minutes before he too climaxed. When he had finished, Jastira fell to the ground and once again curled into a ball. She cried softly. As she did, The Fat and Smelly One began to bind her arms behind her back. “Time for you to head to your new home through the portal, slave,” he said.

Jastira flew into a panic. “Please do not send me to this Oasis! Pease, I have a man here who loves me and I love him! He will pay a ransom for me! Please! Please!” she wailed. She knew that once she was through that portal that her fate was sealed. Now facing that fate imminently, she was absolutely terrified and desperate to avoid it. The Fat and Smelly One glared at her, as if he was annoyed that she had not yet accepted her fate. He took some cloth and gagged ger with it, shoving it into her mouth and using another shred of cloth tied around the back of her head to hold it in place.

The horse that the men had used to pull the wagon had been unhitched from the wagon, and The Fat and Smelly One hoisted her up and threw her over the horse’s back. The Old One stepped over and grabbed Jastira by the hair, yanking her head up so he could look at her face. “Enjoy your new life in the Oasis, elf slave. Most of us will be staying here to continue hunting for more supplies and slaves, but I will see you again soon, slave,” he said. “I will look forward to fucking you again after you have been broken and trained.”

He released Jastira’s hair and then moved in front of the horse and stood in front of the four stakes that had been pushed into the ground. He began to chant in a strange, unknown language. Suddenly there was a strange buzzing noise, and then a flash of red light. Jastira looked where the man was standing and saw that the portal had suddenly appeared in front of him, appearing as a circle of swirling red light. Jastira had seen the portal between her world and this world when she had been taken through it; it glowed with a blue light. This one was red in color, and somewhat smaller. The blue portal between the worlds had been big enough for a dozen orcs to walk through together, standing side by side. This one was perhaps wide enough for three or four orcs or men or elves to walk through it together. The Mean One took the reins of the horse and began to lead it towards the portal. Jastira started sobbing as she realized this was it. The Mean one stepped through the portal, followed by the horse with Jastira secured on its back. Jastira felt an intense tingling sensation as she moved through the portal.

(End of Part 7, to be continued...)