Interlude: The Tale of Jastira: Part 10 – Some Special New Toys for the Oasis
Jastira moaned softly as the man thrust into her. The man groaned and grunted loudly as he pounded her. Her back was shoved against a tree trunk, and she felt the bark scraping into the skin of her back and ass as the man roughly fucked her. But she hardly noticed the pain over her growing arousal. She felt the arousal coiling in her stomach as the man continued to drive his cock in and out her dripping, twitching pussy. She knew she was close to an orgasm. Jastira wrapped her arms and legs around the man, pulling him in as he rutted between her legs. She tried to tell herself that she was doing what she had to keep the man pleased. But in the back of her mind, she knew that her body was enjoying this immensely. She was afraid her mind might soon follow and she would accept slavery. The though terrified and shamed her. The man’s hard thrusts were driving up her arousal but it was clear he was only focused on his own pleasure as he pounded away. She knew she was merely a vessel to receive his cock and give him pleasure. She tried to focus on that humiliation and rather than her growing arousal, to fight her mind from accepting what had been done to her by the cruel humans of the Oasis. She had been serving as a slave in the Oasis for over a week now, after her release from the dungeon, and she was determined not to surrender and fully submit. She thought of Nimeroni and Issarel. They both seemed fully broken, fully embracing their bondage. She did not want to end up like that, but she did not know how much longer her mind would hold out.
As the man pressed his body down on top of hers, Jastira realized her nipples were rock hard. She wondered if it was from her arousal or the cool air. She was not currently in the Oasis, and the air was noticeably cooler here than it was in the desert climate of the Oasis, at least during the daytime. Jastira, Nimeroni, Issarel, and other slaves had been put to work chopping wood for the Oasis. They had been led by Atkin and some other men overseeing them through a series of portals until they reached a large wooded area somewhere in Aegor. Jastira realized they could be literally anywhere in this world.
The slaves had been sent out to collect wood that day, and Jastira knew that the Oasis relied on importing pretty much any resources they need through portal other than the water they collected from springs in the Oasis. And slave labor of course made that much easier. The slaves had been worked hard all morning. But at the moment, they were on a break, and some of the men were using some of the slaves. Which was why Jastira was currently being fucked on top of the tree stump by one of the overseers. Jastira was not the only slave being fucked. Nearby, three men were using Issarel. She was straddling one man, and bouncing up and down on his cock. While she rode him, she was licking and sucking away at another man’s cock, who stood in front of her. And at the same time, a third man was standing beside her and she was pumping the cock of that man with her hand.
Issarel moaned softly through the cock in her mouth. Perhaps it was an act. But from the wet sounds of the cock thrusting in and out of her pussy as she bounced up and down, Jastira knew it wasn’t all an act. Issarel was clearly aroused. Just like Jastira was. Issarel wasn’t the only elf maiden with a wet pussy; similar sounds were echoing through the air as Jastira was fucked. But Jastira tried to focus on Issarel so she didn’t think about her own body betraying her. She watched as the men used Issarel and worked hard to give them all pleasure. She was quite the skilled sex slave, and all three men climaxed quickly and back-to-back. First the man she was jerking off spurted his cock all over her chest. Then the man below her groaned loudly as he came. And a moment later, the man who Issarel was sucking off climaxed and spewed seed into her mouth.
While Jastira was watching the three men fucking Issarel, the man fucking Jastira noticed that her attention was elsewhere. He suddenly stopped thrusting and grabbed Jastira by the hair and yanked her head back so she was staring into his face. She could see his face was darkened with annoyance. “You are supposed to be focused on giving me pleasure, not watching your elf cunt friend being fucked,” he growled.
“I… I am sorry, Master,” Jastira stammered, realizing her error, and she wrapped her legs more tightly around his hips and tried to pull him in, hoping he would forget his anger and start thrusting into her again. She knew her pussy was her best tool to keep these men happy and to avoid their ire and the worst of their abuse. Plus, her pussy was aching to be pounded again.
But the man was now in a foul mood and her tight, juicy elf cunt did not appease him. “Turn around slut and bend over the tree trunk, ass in the air,” he growled. Jastira quickly complied. She began trembling, knowing she was about to be punished. Or perhaps fucked in the ass. Neither of which was something she was looking forward to.
The man reached up to a tree and snapped off a thin branch. Jastira knew what was coming and she closed her eyes, waiting fearfully in anticipation. She heard the branch slice through the air and heard the crack of it against her flesh, a split second before she felt the explosion of pain across her backside. She squealed in pain and the man’s switch sliced through the air again and connected with her ass cheeks again. Jastira cried out again from the fierce, stinging pain. But the man was far from done. He brought the switch down across her exposed ass over and over, striping her ass with ugly red welts. Jastira’s pained cries soon filled the air.
The man thrashed Jastira’s ass a couple dozen times before he decided she had enough punishment and he dropped the switch. “Back up and then turn around and sit on the trunk again, slut,” he ordered. “And spread your legs.”
Crying softly, Jastira did as commanded, wincing as she plopped her tender ass onto the hard wood. She was relieved that her punishment was over. And in the back of her mind, she knew she was eager to be fucked again. The man loomed over Jastira and then settled on top of her, in between her spread thighs. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her face towards his and shoved his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply. Jastira moaned into his mouth and kissed him back. Then she moaned even more loudly when his other hand slid between her thighs and began playing with her already swollen and aching clit. When he pulled his mouth away from Jastira’s, she whimpered loudly, “Please fuck me, Master.” She wrapped her legs around his hips again and the man lined his cock up with her sex and thrust forward. His cock slid easily into her slick cunt. Soon he was pounding away again. It didn’t take long before Jastira was squealing and moaning.
The man did not last long and he groaned loudly as his cock began spurting his cum into Jastira’s womb. A split second later, Jastira herself was overcome with an intense orgasm, and she cried out as her whole body began shaking with pleasure. When both Master and slave had finished climaxing, he pulled out of her and rose, and Jastira quickly got on her knees and licked his cock clean.
“Alright back to work, slut,” the man said.
“Back to work all of you! Move it sluts! Break is over! We don’t have all day!” Atkin barked loudly. Jastira sighed and rose to her feet, putting her work gloves back on.
Nearby, Nimeroni climbed to her feet as did the dozen human slaves. They picked up their axes and moved back towards the tree line.
Jastira and Issarel moved over to a large tree that had already been chopped down and began using their axes to break it down into smaller pieces of lumber, so that it could be transported. They had been given gloves but her hands were still quite sore from swinging their axes. The break had diminished the pain somewhat but it quickly returned when Jastira began swinging the axe again. Jastira’s whole body was sore for that matter. And as she started working, the sweat began to swing the welts and cuts on her ass where she had been thrashed earlier. On top of that, she was exhausted. She realized that being back in the Oasis and getting used sexually by the men and women there was a much preferable task to this manual labor. Though she was humiliated at how her body had just reacted to being fucked by the man. She kept trying to tell herself her lust was all an act. To keep her captors pleased. But it was becoming clearer to her that her arousal was not an act. Her ecstasy was real. And this humiliated and shamed her. It felt like a betrayal of the man she cared about. She prayed Berold was still alive
As Jastira and Issarel chopped the wood, other slaves, including Nimeroni, moved into to collect the lumber. They were loading it onto a horse-drawn cart that would transport the chopped lumber back through the portals to the Oasis. It was only mid-day and Jastira knew they had a long day ahead of them. She hoped they got another break again soon. Getting fucked was so much preferable to this.
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Ghorza looked down at the elf maiden kneeling on the ground, kissing her feet. The elf maiden was going back and forth with her mouth, planting small kisses on each of Ghorza’s toes. Such a stupid, submissive little slut, Ghorza thought crossly. Elves were clearly born to be slaves, as shown by the way this one so submissively kissed her feet. As an orc, Ghorza understood that it was the right of the conqueror to subjugate the conquered. But she could not imagine herself so willingly submitting like these elf maidens did. As she looked down at the bare back and ass of the elf maiden slave, Ghorza saw the welts where she had been whipped. So admittedly, the elf maiden had been subjugated and forced to comply. But Ghorza knew she would never give in to such humiliating abuse. She would rather die. That is what differentiated strong orcs from weak elves. Though she admitted she was no normal orc. She was a daughter of the War Chieftain Grimnor, after all. She had only met Grimnor once or twice in her life. He had many dozens if not hundreds of offspring, after all. But she was still proud to be the daughter of such a powerful, prominent, orc. Some of Grimnor’s strongest male offspring might join him to fight by his side at battle, to be raised as the future leaders of their clan. But as a female, Ghorza would never really interact with her father. She would spend her breeding age being bred to create more orcs for the horde. Though as a daughter of Grimnor, she knew she was likely to be bred with particularly strong or prominent orcs. That made her proud. It meant her children would be strong, and natural leaders.
Ghorza heard a moan and she glanced over at her sister, Sharoga. Another elf maiden slave had her face buried in Sharoga’s crotch and was lapping away. Sharoga’s eyes were closed and her hand was firmly gripping the slave’s hair, pulling her face deeper into her crotch.
Ghorza was ready to be similarly pleasured. She reached down and grabbed the hair of the elf maiden kissing her feet and pulled her head up. The elf maiden looked up at Ghorza, and Ghorza could see the fear in her eyes. The elf maiden was a pretty blonde and very young, even younger than Ghorza. Ghorza wondered how long she had been a slave. Ghorza guessed not long. And she wondered how long this slave had been serving in the female orc camp. Ghorza herself had only just arrived, so had no idea when the slave had. But the slave seemed obedient and submissive enough. “Worship my cunt, slave,” Ghorza commanded sternly. Ghorza needed to calm her nerves and she hoped the slave worshipping her pussy might do the trick. She and Sharoga had arrived at the breeding camp the day prior. Both had been assessed as old enough to mate. Hence Ghorza’s nerves. It felt like not that long ago she was but a child. Soon, she would be a mother. She knew that night or maybe the next, or soon thereafter, she would be mated with a male orc. The thought was terrifying. Ghorza did not feel like she was ready. But the elder females in the clan had decided she was ready and it was their say, not hers, and so she would be mated. Ghorza knew that her sister Sharoga was just as nervous. That was why the two orcs had decided to head to the outskirts of the camp, to a small wooded area, to be away from the others. They had enough of the older females constantly barking instructions at them to prepare them for their imminent mating.
“Yes, Mistress,” the timid slave whimpered after Ghorza’s command, and she planted her lips on Ghorza’s ankle and began to kiss a trail up her leg. Ghorza smiled. How could anyone deny that this was the destiny of all elf maidens? They were so submissive. So lustful. And how lucky this one was. This slave was certainly luckier than her father, or brothers, who were likely dead. That was the mercy orcs gave female humans and elves. Their lives were spared and in return those spared would serve as obedient slaves. And this particular slave was likely much luckier than her sisters or mother or friends. Having ended up in an orc breeding camp, destined to spend her life serving and pleasuring female orcs, this one’s slavery would not be nearly so harsh comparatively. Most others would not be so lucky. A lifetime of getting fucked by male orcs was a much rougher ordeal. To say nothing of those even less lucky, who ended up in labor camps, or elf breeding camps where they would be bred and forced to birth new slaves.
When the elf slave’s mouth found Ghorza’s sex, Ghorza felt an intense tingle of pleasure run through her pussy and then her entire body. Almost immediately she felt some of the tension slipping away. The young slave was clearly well-trained to use her mouth to give female orcs pleasure. Yep, she was a natural little slut.
As the elf slave’s tongue slid up and down Ghorza’s slit, between her swollen lips, the sensation felt amazing. And when the slave began flicking at her clit, Ghorza felt an intense jolt of pleasure and she moaned loudly, her thighs squeezing the sides of the slave’s head. Ghorza’s moans grew louder as the slave continued flicking at her clit with her tongue. Ghorza could see her sex juices dripping down the elf slave’s chin as the slave continued using her mouth and tongue to give Ghorza pleasure. The slave’s tongue swirled around Ghorza’s sex. Faster and faster, she began to flick her tongue. Ghorza began to squirm intensely. Soon, she was panting and bathed in sweat. Her legs began to shake as her arousal built and built. Her pussy was now throbbing. Still her ecstasy grew even more intense. This little elf slut really knew what she was doing. And then suddenly, Ghorza’s body started jerking and she cried out as an intense orgasm ripped through her. The slave quickly lapped up the torrent of juices that gushed all over her mouth. Beside Ghorza, Sharoga cried out loudly as she too was brought to orgasm.
Eventually the spasms of pleasure subsided and Ghorza yanked the elf slave’s head away from her crotch. “Run along slut. And go serve another mistress,” she commanded.
“Yes, Mistress,” the timid little elf maiden said and she picked herself up and hurried off. Sharoga dismissed the slave servicing her as well.
After the two slaves had hurried back to the camp, Sharoga looked at Ghorza. “I guess we should head back too, before we get in trouble for disappearing. I am sure some older female wants to bark more lessons at us,” she murmured, and Ghorza nodded in agreement. She started to walk back to the camp, with Sharoga following right behind her. As Ghorza walked, she suddenly heard a sharp cry behind her and then silence. It sounded like Sharoga. Ghorza started to turn around. As she did, something suddenly smashed into the back of her head and everything went black.
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It was close to the end of the day. Jastira and Nimeroni were both on their knees, worshipping the balls of a couple of the overseers. Nimeroni was eagerly licking the balls of a man.
Jastira was doing the same to another. She was exhausted and sore and glad to be off of her feet. It had been a long, hard day of chopping wood and loading it onto the cart. If she had to lick some man’s sweaty balls to earn herself a break, so be it. Jastira focused on her task, making sure she did a good job. She took the man’s balls into her mouth, one after the other, and rolled her tongue around on them until both were shiny and dripping with her saliva. The feeling of Jastira’s mouth and tongue had left the man thoroughly aroused and his erect cock lay vertically across Jastira’s face as she continued licking and suckling his balls. But for the moment, the man was content letting her continue her task rather than putting his cock into one of her holes.
Jastira opened her mouth wider and took both of the man’s balls into her mouth, letting her lips stretch around them and drool spill down her chin. The man groaned with arousal and Jastira moved on from the man’s balls, grasping his cock with her hand and then slowly sliding her tongue along the underside of his shaft, from the base to the tip, and then back down again. As her tongue trailed up the man’s shaft again, when she reached the top, she took his cock into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head and flicking at the tip with her tongue. The man groaned again and he grabbed Jastira by the hair. She figured he was going to hold her head and fuck her mouth and throat. Or perhaps wrench her to the ground with her ass in the air and take her from behind. She subconsciously moaned in apprehension.
But then there was a sudden commotion. It was loud cheering from the men. The man who Jastira was servicing looked up and then he too cheered. His hand still gripping Jastira’s hair he yanked her head away from his cock. Jastira turned to see what the commotion was about. And her eyes widened when she saw the scene befoe her. A pair of men approached. One of them, a large bald man, had with him two captives. Two new females that Jastira assumed were likely destined to join the stock of slaves in the oasis. They were not human females. Nor elf maidens. It was a pair of female orcs. Jastira had never seen a female orc before but their feminine form was unmistakable.
The one was locked in a wooden slave yoke and was being pulled by a leash. She was gagged but was screaming angry, muffled obscenities into the gag. The other captive orc had her wrists bound her back. She was not gagged but was silent and had a look of shocked fear on her face.
“Look what we caught!” the bald man who held the two captors announced. “I bet none of you have had orc cunt before!”
“I bet they haven’t had human cock before; time we fixed that!” one of the overseers exclaimed.
“They are virgins. They haven’t’ had any cock before!” the bald man said excitedly. “But I am going to fuck this one, and teach her some manners,” he said, gesturing towards the one cursing through her gag.
“And I am going to fuck the other one,” the other man who had arrived with the captives, a short stocky man announced. “But when we are done, you all can have a go at their holes too.”
“Where did you find two orc cunts?” the slaver Atkin asked them.
“We have been observing an orc breeding camp. We have a portal right near it and the orcs have no idea,” the short stocky man said. “And we were sent by Enzorhan to grab ones just like this. These bitches are the daughters of the orc leader, Grimnor.” He reached out and grabbed the breast of the gagged one. “Meet Sharoga,” he said and then he reached of and roughly shoved his hand between the thighs of the other. “And meet Ghorza. Two orc sluts being readied to breed. But we have a new purpose for those cunts of theirs. Something better than pushing out new orcs to murder humans.”
This earned louder, indecipherable protests from Sharoga and the short, stocky man backhanded her hard across the cheek. Then the tall bald man shoved the two captives forward. “Check em out before we fuck them,” he called and the overseers quickly crowded around the two female orcs, including both Atkin and the man whose balls Jastira had just been worshipping. All of them were curious to check out female orcs. They began roughly groping and prodding them.
Jastira could see the fear and humiliation in their faces. For the first time ever, she felt sorry for an orc. Based on what the man had said, she realized they were sisters, and the daughters of who was apparently the leader of the orcs. They were the daughters of the orc that had led the invasion of her own world. It would have been reasonable to despise them. But, seeing the humiliation and fear on their faces, Jastira only felt pity for them.
The tall bald man let the overseers have their fun with the captives for a couple minutes but then he yanked Sharoga by her leash and pulled her towards him. Grabbing her by the hair, he roughly pushed her to the ground on her back. “Time to fuck this orc slut,” he announced.
Sharoga tried to kick him but the man jumped aside. Then she clamped her thighs shut. It was clear she was a fighter. Jastira thought of the fights she had put up when the humans had first captured her. The man angrily kicked Sharoga in her stomach, causing her to squeal into her gag and curl into a ball. The man bent down and shoved her onto her back again and then grabbed her knees, prying her thighs open. The man climbed on top of Sharoga. A minute later he was thrusting away on top of her. Sharoga threw her head back and forth, screaming angrily into her gag as she was ravaged.
Meanwhile, the short stocky man had shoved Ghorza onto her hands and knees. He settled behind her and grabbed the back of her head, pushing her face into the dirt. Then he too began thrusting away, fucking her from behind. Ghorza squealed into the dirt.
Jastira watched, feeling even more sorry for the two female orcs being raped. She remembered well being captured by orcs and the first time she had been raped by them. And then when the same had happened when she was captured by the humans. She knew these two orcs were in for a long, tumultuous week or so as they were roughly broken into slavery and transformed into her slave sisters.
(End of Part 10, to be continued...)
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