Interlude: The Tale of Jastira: Part 8 – Jastira Is Taken to the Oasis

The Mean One took a swig from the bottle of wine before resuming his loud, drunken singing. He was riding in a wagon, and Jastira was still bound, bent over a barrel next to him in the wagon. The Mean One glanced over at her reddened ass, and he set the bottle down between his legs and then brought his hand up and then back down hard across her ass cheek, causing Jastira to cry out in pain through her gag. There was a dirty handprint across her ass, where the Mean One had slapped her previously, repeatedly.

After being taken through the portal, Jastira assumed she would end up in the place her cultist captors referred to as the Oasis. And she had ended up somewhere else altogether. She had no idea where. But she had gathered that where she arrived was not the Oasis, and not all of the portals led to the Oasis. Rather the portals all led from one specific point on Aegor to another. After travelling through that portal, she had picked up they had to travel to reach another portal. From the conversation that The Mean One had with other men, Jastira had gathered that second portal would lead them to the Oasis, and that portal was a day’s travel away on foot.

Once taken though the first portal, The Mean one had mounted the horse he had led through the portal with Jastira on its back and they had ridden for less than an hour. They stopped at some meeting point where a handful of other man had gathered. The men had a dozen captive human women and girl, all taken from various places in Aegor though other portals and eventually to here. The men had other supplies they had stolen as well, including a wagon full of wine and spirits. That wagon had a couple horses pulling it, and The Mean One added his horse to help pull it. The slaves were tied in a coffle behind the wagon with a chain attached between the rear of the wagon and the lead captive in the coffle, forcing them to follow behind and keep up as the horses pulled the wagon. The handful of men rode up on the wagon, including The Mean One. He had decided that Jastira would ride up on the wagon with him, so he could continue to “play” with her, meaning she had been suffering his abuse for several hours as the wagon travelled down the road.

Jastira was not the only captive up on the wagon with the men. A young redhead was also up there. She had collapsed from exhaustion as she was forced to walk behind the wagon in the coffle. The men had pulled her up in the wagon, and The Mean One had decided to have some fun with her too. He had bound her tightly. For his own sadistic pleasure, he had tied rope from around her throat down and then down her pelvis and between her legs and then back up the her rear side of her body. The rope was tight, so that it dug in painfully between her labia, and any time she was forced to move, the rope chafed and rubbed painfully against her pussy and ass. The Mean One was gripping the girl’s ponytail, and he had his foot planted on her back. He was pushing her forward with his foot, forcing her to bend forward at the waist and then yanking her back up by her hair. Every time she was bent forward or yanked back, the movement cause the rope to dig in and chafe against her tender sex even more.

As The Mean one drunkenly sang, he shoved the girl forward with his foot again and then yanked her up buy her ponytail. The girl screamed in pain into her gag.

From her bent-over position, Jastira could not see the girl, but Jastira could hear her pained, muffled cries. Jastira felt horribly guilty that she was actually relieved when The Mean One was abusing this human girl. It meant he wasn’t abusing her. But he would still find a spare moment to spank her stinging ass. But for The Mean One, a hard spanking was relatively tame abuse.

During the trip, The Mean One had also fucked Jastira several times, as had some of the other men in the wagon, but The Mean One had made the redheaded human girl slurp up the cum and suck it from her ass and pussy, so she did not have much sum oozing from her orifices or down her thighs.  It was just more abuse and humiliation from this sadistic bastard; Jastira was starting to grow accustomed to it.

The group traveled for the better part of the day before a man yanked the reigns to stop the horses. “We are here,” a man called out.

“Unhook the slaves from the coffle and have them start unloading the booze to take through the portal,” another man called out. The Mean One grabbed Jastira and pulled her up to her feet by her hair. “Time to work, sluts,” he said. Another man pulled the redhead down off the wagon to the ground below and she started crying out and babbling through her gag., likely pleading for the painful crotch rope to be removed. The rope was not removed and her desperate cries were ignored. The men freed only her arms and wrists, which had been bound behind her back and then shoved her forward to join the other slaves who were being handed crates of bottles to take through a new portal. She would have to carry supplies with the crotch rope still painfully digging in and chafing her.

The Mean One pulled Jastira down off the wagon. But when they reached the ground, a tall, muscular man was standing there and his attention was immediately on Jastira, and her ears.

“Where did you find this elf?” the muscular man asked The Mean One.

“In Jorshah actually, sir,” The Mean One replied. “She was walking along a road.”

“And where did she come from? Why was she on the road? Did you interrogate her,” the tall man asked, irritation in his voice.

“Uh no, Enzorhan, we just assumed she was a runaway from the orcs,” The Mean One said. Jastira sensed nervousness in his voice. It was clear that The Mean One was intimidated by this man, apparently named Enzorhan.

“You assumed, did you?” the Enzorhan growled. “Well as it turns out, three elf maidens and some human men were trying to find the cult and are trying to figure out how to open up portals. We captured the other two elf cunts and have found and killed some of the men, but there was a third elf and more men still out there. Was she with any men?”

“No, she was alone,” The Mean One said.

Jastira was overcome with dread as she realized the two elves Enzorhan was talking about must be Nimeroni and Issarel. And panic set in at the news that the cult members had killed some of the men that had were on the quest to find the cult. All of them were Jastira’s friends. She prayed Berold had survived.

Jastira tried to keep her face as neutral as possible, not wanting to reveal her connection to the quest, but Enzorhan was studying her face closely and he frowned. “You idiots. You saw an elf maiden in the middle of Jorshah and didn’t think to interrogate her. You just saw some holes to fuck, I bet! Well, she is some holes to fuck, but some holes to fuck that likely has some very important information, which you would have figured out if you had bothered to interrogate her,” Enzorhan growled. “This one is coming with me.” He grabbed Jastira’s arm and began to lead her away.

They walked a few yards to a familiar sight: four stakes driven into the ground in a square pattern. Enzorhan began to chant and when he finished there was a flash of red light. Another portal had opened. Enzorhan led Jastira right to it and they walked through. As soon as Jastira walked through, she was hit with a blast of hot air. She was suddenly in the middle of a desert. “Come elf slut, we have a few hours walk to the Oasis,” Enzorhan said and he began to lead her away.

………….

“Please Masters and Mistresses, this slave begs to be used!” Nimeroni called out to the free of the Oasis as they milled about the square. She was standing in the middle of it, in display position with her hands on top her head, her legs parted widely, and her chest thrust out. Her ankle was cuffed to a large slab of rock, so that she could not leave and had to remain in this area for her task. Between her spread legs on the ground was a small plate, filled with a couple dozen coins. Nimeroni knew she had a lot more coins to go before if she was going to make her quota by the end of the night, if she wanted to avoid a thrashing. She was expected to stay here in the square all day and beg for coin, enough to fill the plate. She had been put on duty to earn coins for the king’s treasury. And of course, as a slave, the only way she got coins was by servicing Masters and Mistresses with one of her holes.

 

It was somewhat of a silly exercise. Nimeroni was a slave and the free men and women of the Oasis could use her free of charge. That was a privilege of every citizen in the Oasis, and her duty as a slave. But the free were required to pay taxes to the king. So rather than simply collecting it, the King used some of the slaves to collect it. It was Nimeroni’s turn and she was spending the day begging the fee to use her. The free would come, deposit their coins on her plate and she would service them however they demanded. Paying one’s taxes went down more smoothly if it came with the use of a slave’s mouth cunt, or ass, even if those same orifices were free to use any other day.

Nimeroni was not the only slave on tax collection duty that day. Beside her, a few feet away, was Isolde. Isolde was on all fours, being fucked from behind by a man. The man’s wife was on her hands and knees in front of Isolde, facing away from her, and Isolde’s face was buried in between her ass cheeks, worshipping the woman’s ass and pussy. Isolde had even less coins than Nimeroni. Nimeroni was lucky; as an elf she was generally more popular among the free to be used. Maybe it was because elf cunt seemed exotic. Maybe it was because elves healed quickly so the free could be rougher with them. Or maybe there was less guilt for the humans of the Oasis in sexually exploiting an elf rather than one of their own kind. Whatever the reason, Nimeroni was earning coins faster than Isolde, but Nimeroni still had a long way to go to meet her quota.

A woman stepped over to Nimeroni and tossed a few coins into the plate. She hiked up her skirt. Nimeroni knew what to do. She got on her knees, and pushed her face in between the woman’s parted thighs and began lapping at the woman’s sex with her tongue. The woman was soon moaning. With her face buried in the woman’s crotch, Nimeroni did not notice as Enzorhan walked by, with a familiar face as a captive.

But Enzorhan saw Nimeroni. He pointed her out to Jastira. Jastira could not see Nimeroni’s face with it pressed into the woman’s crotch. But she saw her red hair and her pointy ears, and knew it was her. “As you can see, elf, your friend here has adjusted quite nicely to slavery. You will too soon enough. That is one nice thing about you elf cunts taken from the orcs. They did all the hard work in breaking, training, and conditioning you. Maybe you tried to forget your slave conditioning when you escaped. But it will come back to you soon enough, just as did for that one there and your other friend we captured.”

“You cannot do this to us! You are no better than the orcs!” Jastira cried.

“You are very wrong. We are far superior to the orcs. The fact that you managed to outsmart the orcs and escape shows what dumb oafs they are. You will never escape from us,” Enzorhan said. He yanked Jastira’s arm again and began to lead her to the other side of the square, to a row of pillory stockades. They were all empty, and Enzorhan took her to the first one. He opened up the top portion of the pillory, swinging it open on his metal hinge. Enzorhan grabbed Jastira by the neck and forced her to bend forward, pushing her neck into the center slot. “Wrists in the other slots,” he barked.

Jastira started thrashing around, trying to free herself from Enzorhan’s grip. “Let me go you monster!” she cried angrily.

“Ah, a fighter. You will be fun,” Enzorhan said, chuckling. He beckoned over a nearby guard. “Grab her wrists and put them in place,” he ordered. The man hurried over and clamped his hands around Jastira’s wrists. He wrenched her arms up and forced them into place in the smaller slots of the stockade on either side of her head. As soon as they were in place, Enzorhan swung the top portion back in place, closing the pillory so that her wrists and neck were now locked firmly in place, forcing her into a bent over position.

Enzorhan moved behind Jastira and casually placed his hand on her jutting out ass, cupping one of her ass cheeks. “Tomorrow, I will send you to the dungeon to be interrogated and fully broken. But today, I will let the free of the Oasis soften you up a bit. It is a shame for your friend. She has to earn her quota for the day, which will be that much harder with a newly arrived elf cunt here. You will be quite popular.” He slid his hand down Jastira’s ass cheek and between her legs and begin to slowly rub her slit.

Jastira started squirming. “Take your hands off of me,” he cried out angrily.

Enzorhan ignored her. “Beg to be used, slave. Beg me, a Master, to fuck your slave cunt.”

Jastira ignored him. She kept up her struggling as she squirmed and thrashed around in the pillory. “Stop touching me!” she screamed angrily. Then suddenly Enzorhan’s hand pulled away. For a moment, there was silence. It was not until she heard the woosh of air and a split second later, she felt an explosion of searing, stinging pain across her ass, that she realized that Enzorhan had decided to whip her. She screamed in pain. When the whip struck her ass again, Jastira flung herself forward in a desperate but fruitless attempt to escape the searing pain, slamming her shoulders into the hard wood of the stockade holding her in place. The third strike slashed into her upper thighs. The fourth her back. Jastira screamed and started bucking wildly, but there was nothing she could do to escape the pain. Over and over again, Enzorhan whipped Jastira, striking her ass, back and upper thighs. Enzorhan whipped her 20 times before he stopped.

“Beg to be used as I commanded, slave” Enzorhan said.

“This slave begs to be used, Master. This slave begs you to fuck her slave cunt,” Jastira whimpered in between her pained sobs. A moment later she once again felt Enzorhan’s hand slide between her thighs and begin rubbing her sex. “Start humping my hand, slave,” he commanded. Trying to ignore the searing, burning pain she felt across her ass and back, Jastira started thrusting her hips back, grinding her pussy against Enzorhan’s hand.

“That’s it, slut,” Enzorhan said to her. He pulled his hand away from her crotch and then she felt his hands grip her tender, beaten ass, which caused her to wince in pain. One hand reached forward and began to squeeze one of her hanging breasts. The hand pulled away again and then both hands gripped her hips. Then Enzorhan kicked at her ankles to force her legs further apart. Enzorhan pulled one hand from Jastira’s hips and spit on and then he reached down and began to rub his saliva along her slit. When Jastira realized what he intended, she started to cry again.

Enzorhan grabbed his cock and he maneuvered it with his hand, making it slide up and down between Jastira’s ass cheeks. As Enzorhan repositioned his cock and began to rub it against the entrance of her pussy, Jastira lurched against the pillory in a desperate effort to escape the coming assault. But locked in bondage, Jastira was at Enzorhan’s mercy.

She let out a dismayed wail as she felt Enzorhan’s cock begin to push inside her. Once his cock was fully embedded inside Jastira’s sex, Enzorhan did not hold back. He withdrew and then slammed into her again, hard. He began thrusting at a hard, punishing pace. With each brutal thrust, Enzorhan’s pelvis slammed into her sore, tender ass cheeks and slammed her shoulders hard into the pillory. Her hands curled into fists and tears began to fall down her cheeks, as her her body rocked back and forth in a steady rhythm while Enzorhan roughly pounded her.

By this time, Jastira had been ravaged countless times by numerous of her human captors. But as Enzorhan roughly took her, Jastira realized her mind was not adjusting to this abuse. She was not starting to accept her fate. Her misery and dismay had not begun to diminish in the slightest. After being captured and enslaved by the orcs, Jastira had been in such a state of shock that her mind had quickly numbed, especially after she had ended up in the fuck pit. But then she had tasted freedom and escape the orcs. Then she had found Berold and fallen in love. Her mind and body had healed. She had learned to have hope and happiness once again.  And now, knowing she was being forced back into humiliating bondage and submission, the dread was much worse for her than it had been with the orcs.

Enzorhan thrust away for a few minutes before he groaned and emptied his load inside her womb. As Enzorhan slid his softening cock from Jastira’s pussy, he called out, “Oasis citizens, line up! We have a new slave to break!”

Jastira closed her eyes and tried to brace herself for the abuse she knew was to come. A hand suddenly gripped her hair and she opened her eyes to see a man standing in front of her, his erect cock inches from her face. “Suck my cock, slave!” the man ordered.

Jastira glared at him hatefully, and the man smirked. “I guess you need some encouragement, then.” He released Jastira’s scalp and moved behind her.

“No wait! I will suck your cock,” Jastira cried, fearing the punishment that was to come. But it was too late. There was a loud crack as the strands of a leather flogger connected with Jastira’s ass cheeks. Jastira felt an explosion of pain and she cried out, forcing her to lurch forward and slam her shoulders once again into the wood of the pillory. A split second later, the flogger connected with Jastira’s ass again. She screamed and began writhing around and bucking from the intense, burning pain. By the time the next strike came, Jastira’s sobs were uncontrollable. The intense stinging pain was unbearable. She started begging the man to stop. She promised she would suck his cock like a good slave. But the man ignored Jastira and flogged her ass a dozen more times.

When the man finally finished the punishment, he circled back around once again, Jastira could see his erect cock in front of her face. “You ready to suck my cock, slave?” the man asked.

“Yes, Master,” Jastira whimpered. She pushed her head forward as far as she could with the constraints of the pillory and took the head of the man’s cock into her mouth.

The man closed his eyes and sighed, enjoying the feel of Jastira’s tongue flicking at the head of his cock. The man grabbed a fistful of Jastira’s hair and he began thrusting his hips so that he was fucking her mouth. Jastira did her best to work the thrusting cock with her mouth, sucking and licking away at it, but the man was more intent with fucking her face than he was with letting her pleasure him, and he continued thrusting in and out hard. Jastira made wet, gagging noises as the man’s cock pushed past her tongue and hit the back of her throat. Soon drool was spilling down her chin as her mouth and throat were pounded.

As Jastira’s face was fucked, she felt a hand slide between her legs and begin to rub her pussy. A moment later she felt the head of a cock begin to slide between her labia and into her pussy. Jastira cried out, the noise muffled by the cock gagging her, and she shook her hips, trying to avoid being fucked again. But hands gripped her hips hard, holding her in place, and the cock began to push further inside her. The man behind her suddenly drove his hips forward hard, burying his cock inside her to the hilt. The man began thrusting and he was not gentle, pounding his cock into her, driving her shoulders yet again into the wood of the pillory. At the same time, the man in front of her continued roughly fucking her face. Jastira started having flashbacks of being back in the orcs’ fuck pit.

After a couple minutes, the man in the front began to cum. As soon as he started climaxing, he pulled back so that his cum sprayed all over Jastira’s face. The man fucking Jastira from behind began slapping her already tender ass over and over, causing Jastira to cry out in pain. The man groaned loudly and his cock began to throb inside her, dumping another load of cum into her womb. The man gave her a few more pumps before he withdrew his cock from her pussy. She could feel the man’s seed, as well as Enzorhan’s, leaking from her sore, gaping pussy and down her thigh. She felt more cum oozing down her cheeks and chin. She felt so humiliated and dirty at that moment.

Before Jastira could recover, another man lined up in front of Jastira, his erect cock jutting out. “Open!” he sternly commanded and a defeated Jastira complied. The man pushed his cock inside her mouth and into the back of her throat and then began fucking her mouth. And then she felt another pair of hands on her hips and a cock began to push inside her pussy. Jastira groaned as she was once again fucked from both ends. Her body bounced back and forth against the pillory between the alternating rhythms of the two men fucking her.

After a few minutes, Jastira felt the man behind her reach his climax and he withdraw, spurting his cum over her lower back. As soon as the man moved back, another man took his place. Jastira groaned in dismay as his cock pushed inside her ravaged, sore pussy. As that man began thrusting away, the man fucking her mouth groaned and her mouth was filled with his cum, which she quickly swallowed. Another cock quickly took its place in Jastira’s mouth.

Over and over, Jastira was fucked. Soon, men began fucking her ass too, adding to her misery and torment. Eventually, women began to participate, bending forward and shoving their asses back and planting them on Jastira’s face, forcing her to lick their pussies or asses. And the sexual abuse was not the worse of it. Some men and women decided they preferred to inflict pain on the helpless elf maiden, beating, whipping, and flogging her back and ass. Soon, Jastira fell into a state of shock as her abuse and torment continued.

Enzorhan stood at the side and watched as Jastira was ravaged and beaten. He knew this would soften her up a little, but the real fun would come after he took her to the dungeon.

………….

It was the next morning. Jastira was barely conscious. Her abuse had continued well into the night but had then slowed to a trickle. And by the early morning, the citizens of the Oasis had all gone to bed, leaving Jastira alone in the pillory, covered in sweat, cum, bruises, welts, and cuts.

As Jastira drifted in and out of consciousness, she heard the patter of feet behind her and she let out a whimper, fearing another citizen of the Oasis had shown up to abuse her. But it was a naked, collared elf that appeared in front of Jastira. And then another. Jastira realized it was Nimeroni and Issarel. Nimeroni gently took Jastira’s hand. “Welcome to the Oasis, slave sister,” she said in a soft, soothing tone. “I am sure yesterday was hard for you. And the next few days or weeks will be harder still. But you will come out of it an obedient slave, and as long as we are obedient and pleasing, life is not so bad here.” Jastira looked up at Nimeroni, surprised at how accepting she seemed to be of their plight.

“We have been commanded to clean you off before you are taken to the dungeon,” Issarel explained. “It will be a tough ordeal in the dungeon but after you leave the dungeon, things will be better. I promise.” Nimeroni squeezed Jastira’s hand tighter. As she did, Issarel leaned in and began licking Jastira’s cheek, licking up the cum on it, both dried cum and globs that had yet to dry. Nimeroni released Jastira’s hand and moved behind her. A moment later, Jastira felt Nimeroni’s tongue gliding up and down her ass cheeks. She realized she was going to be getting a tongue bath from her friends.

“What is going to happen in the dungeon?” Jastira whimpered, but Nimeroni and Issarel continued on their task without responding. Issarel moved in deeper and began licking and slurping up the cum that was leaking out of Jastira’s orifices as Issarel finished licking up the cum all over Jastira’s face.

Enzorhan was standing to the side, watching and waiting until Nimeroni and Issarel finished licking up all the cum that coated Jastira. Then he stepped over and opened the pillory at its hinge. He pulled Jastira up, but her legs were wobbly and she collapsed to the ground. Enzorhan was holding an iron collar in his hand and he bent down and closed it around Jastira’s throat and locked it. Then he attached a short chain to the ring on the collar. “Up,” he ordered and he yanked the chain leash. Jastira slowly picked herself up and was forced to follow along as Enzorhan began leading her out of the square. They walked down a street until they reached a large, windowless building. He took her inside.

Inside, Jastira immediately recognized it was some kind of jail or dungeon. There were rows of cells along the walls. Inside one cell, which was open, a man was standing there while a slave with bound wrists was on her knees, sucking his cock. Jastira only glanced at the man but then did a double take at the slave. She observed the slave’s blueish skin and realized she was a dark elf. Or she assumed so anyway, Jastira had never actually seen a dark elf before today.

 

“Ortho, I have some new meat for you to tenderize. I will come by later to interrogate her,” Enzorhan said to the man.

Ortho was looking down at the dark elf sucking his cock but he looked up and acknowledged Enzorhan. “Take her downstairs and I will get to her shortly, as soon as Dhenzuba finishes sucking my cock,” he said.

Enzorhan nodded and led Jastira to the other end of the room where there was a large metal door. He opened it and on the other side was a flight of stairs. He began to lead Jastira down to the lower level, shutting the door behind him.

Dhenzuba’s head bobbed up and down as she licked and sucked Ortho’s cock. After another couple minutes, Ortho groaned and his cock began shooting cum into Dhenzuba’s mouth, which she quickly swallowed.

When his orgasm subsided, Ortho pulled a dagger that was sheathed at his belt and cut away the rope binding Dhenzuba’s wrists. “Finish cleaning up here; I have a new slave to break,” Ortho said.

“Yes, Master,” Dhenzuba said and she returned to the bucket of water and brush that was ion the corner of the cell and began scrubbing the floor. As she cleaned, Ortho went downstairs. A couple minutes later, Dhenzuba heard agonized screams ringing out from downstairs. She felt sorry for the poor elf maiden and hoped she broke quickly.

(End of Part 8, to be continued...)