Interlude: The Tale of Jastira: Part 12 – The Sacrifice

Jastira was kneeling at the feet of a soldier. She was leashed and the soldier was holding the other end of the leash. Her gaze was at the man’s feet as she waited a command from him. She could feel his gaze on her and she wondered how the man intended to use her for his pleasure. Behind her, she could hear the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as a pair of men fucked Sharoga and Ghorza. The two orc slaves were now serving alongside the other slaves in the Oasis.

“Finger yourself, slave. Put on a show,” the soldier commanded Jastira.

“Yes, Master” Jastira obediently replied and she slid a hand between her parted thighs and began rubbing herself. Her other hand reached up to her breasts and she began tweaking and pinching her nipples as she masturbated. Jastira closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation that both hands caused as she pleasured herself. She was wet in no time, and she plunged two fingers into her pussy. Jastira moaned, the sound mixing with the wet noises of her fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as the orcs were fucked nearby. One of the female orcs was also moaning as she was fucked, and Jastira recognized it as Ghorza.

The sounds of the orc slaves being fucked aroused Jastira further and she began thrusting her fingers into her pussy more rapidly while her other hand trailed from her breasts down between her legs and she began to rub her clit with it. Jastira brought herself to the brink of orgasm quickly, two fingers inside her sopping wet pussy, and the tips of the fingers of the other hand rubbing her swollen clit. The pleasure overwhelmed her quickly. She came hard, and she cried out as her pussy began spasming around her thrusting fingers and waves of pleasure rocked her entire body. After an intense minute of ecstasy, Jastira collapsed intro a sweaty heap on the ground. She closed her eyes, panting, sweat pouring off her body and her sex juices oozing down her thighs. For a brief moment, she felt content.

There was a tug at Jastira’s leash and she opened her eyes. The soldier’s pants were off, he was sitting on the ground, and his erect cock was jutting out in the air. He pointed at his cock. “Service me,” he commanded. Jastira quickly picked herself up, crawled over, and wrapped her lips around the soldier’s cock. Wet sucking and slurping noises sounded as Jastira’s head bobbed up and down and she took the man’s cock in and out of her mouth and throat. She sucked in with her cheeks and slid her tongue up and down the underside of the man’s cock as she skillfully worked it with her mouth.

Jastira had become quite skilled at sucking cock. The man came quickly, and spurts of cum filled Jastira’s mouth and down her chin.

 

When the man finished cumming, he patted Jastira on the head. “Good slave,” he remarked and he pulled up his pants and departed. After he was gone, Jastira turned to watch the two orcs being fucked. Both were on all fours being fucked from behind. Ghorza seemed to be enjoying herself. Her head was thrown back and she was moaning loudly. She was thrusting her hips back, meeting the thrusts of the man fucking her. She appeared to be in ecstasy as her body was used. Sharoga on the other hand was reacting quite differently. She was not resisting but she was clearly not enjoying herself. She remained still, tears sliding down her cheeks as she was fucked from behind. Jastira saw the marks on her back and ass from where she had been whipped. Ghorza also had marks on her back and ass but they were more faded. Jastira guessed it was because Ghorza had accepted slavery or at least was putting on a good show to make it look like she had, but Sharoga had not. Which meant that poor Sharoga would be the target of more abuse than her sister. Jastira hoped Sharoga learned quickly. It would save her a lot of pain.

The men finished fucking the pair of orcs. The orcs were forced to lick clean the cocks of the men. To humiliate them further, the men made the orcs switch so that each had to lick clean the cock that had just in been inside the other sister. Both complied without hesitation, though Sharoga had a scowl on her face.

When the slaves had finished cleaning the men’s cocks, the two men began berating Sharoga for lying there limp when she was fucked and having a bad attitude. “You better embrace being a slut now, slave!” one of the men snarled. The men each grabbed her by an arm and hauled her to her feet. “Time to whip some sense into you, slave,” the man snapped and they began to drag her off.

As the men led Sharoga away, Ghorza jumped to her feet, her fists clenched in anger. She started to follow the men as if she wanted to intervene to save her sister. Jastira hurried over and grabbed Ghorza’s arm, trying to stop her. As soon as her hand made contact, Ghorza spun around, and looked at Jastira, her eyes narrowed.

“Do not interfere with them, you will only earn yourself harsh abuse and even more abuse for your sister,” Jastira said.

“I am not going to sit back and willingly let them abuse my sister! I am no submissive slave like you!” Ghorza snapped angrily.

“You are a slave whether you want to be or not. We all are. And all we can do is do what we must to survive and avoid horrible abuse. I have seen what happens to slaves that defy them. I saw a slave be beheaded for trying to escape. I cannot imagine what they would do if you attacked them trying to free your sister,” Jastira said.

“I will not surrender! I am not some natural slave like you!” Ghorza growled.

“Is that what orcs think about elves?” Jastira asked her, in a calm voice. “I was not a natural slave. But I was beaten and raped and abused by your kind until I reluctantly accepted slavery. And then again when the same was done to me by these humans. I think you will find that we are not that different. And both of us will do what we have to in order to survive. You just put on good show when that man was using you. Your sister will learn to do that too. But the dumbest thing you can do is to act aggressive towards one of the humans.”

“So, I should just lie back and let them abuse and humiliate us?” Ghorza growled, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“If that is what you must do in order to avoid worse abuse,” Jastira said.

“I am not like you! I will not surrender!” Ghorza snapped.

“I saw how your hips moved as the man used you. I heard the noises you made. There is no shame in doing what you must to survive and avoid abuse,” Jastira said.

“No! I should be stronger!” Ghorza cried and she pulled away from Jastira and stormed off. However, Ghorza did not move in the direction the men had taken Sharoga. Instead, she moved towards the square where slaves were to coalesce when they were available to serve. Jastira was glad that Ghorza was reluctantly accepting her new life, just as Jastira did.

………….

Nimeroni was trembling. She was terrified she was about to be whipped or beaten. Why else would she be tied up between two posts as she was?

 

She had not done anything to earn a harsh punishment, as far as she knew. But sometimes, being whipped had nothing to do with punishment. Sometimes, some of the more sadistic citizens of the Oasis just liked to inflict pain on the slaves. It would not be the first time Nimeroni would be whipped to sate the sadistic lust of some man or woman.  Only a few days prior, Nimeroni had been tied to a whipping post in the Oasis so that a woman could beat her for fun. 

But Nimeroni was not currently in the Oasis. She had been taken through a series of portals and was somewhere else in Aegor. She had originally assumed she had been taken here to perform some sort of manual labor, likely transporting some good or resource back to the Oasis. But instead, she had been tied up between the posts. Now all she could do was wait for whatever was coming.

The soldier that had taken her here had largely ignored her and he had said nothing to the elf while he had tied her between the posts. After she was secured, he had left here there, moving somewhere out of Nimeroni’s sight. But now he had returned, and without saying a word, he moved behind her. Jastira felt his cock begin to slide in between her labia. She closed her eyes and groaned, thoroughly enjoying the sensation as his cock slid inside her. As the man began to thrust into her, Nimeroni began gasping and moaning. It felt so good to be fucked. She decided that perhaps the soldier had decided he wanted to fuck her in bondage. She still had no idea why she had been taken out here. But it mattered not. She was just thrilled to be fucked. She knew it was always better to focus on her pleasure and not the many plights of slavery.

………….

Jastira held herself in display position as the man groped her breasts and ran his thumbs over her nipples, which had quickly stiffened from the man’s touch. Beside the man, the slaver Atkin grinned as he spoke. “This one would be a fine first slave for you to fuck as a new citizen of the Oasis,” he said. “I bet you never had elf cunt before.”

The man shook his head. “I have not,” he replied as his eyes trailed down Jastira’s body and between her legs. She parted her legs wider in case he wanted to feel or probe her cunt. She could feel her pussy tingling in anticipation of being fucked.

But the man moved down the line to inspect the next slave, who also in display position. It was the dark elf, Dhenzuba. The man began groping and fondling her body as he inspected her. As soon as she did, a soft moan escaped Dhenzuba’s lips and she began to squirm. “Another fine choice,” Atkin said. “A dark elf. This may be the only dark elf in all of Aegor. You will not fuck a rarer cunt in this world than this one.” The man grinned in response to Atkin as he continued inspecting Dhenzuba.

Jastira had picked up from the man’s conversation with Atkin that he had arrived in the Oasis earlier that day and had just been made a citizen. Jastira had also picked up that the man had led soldiers and cult members from the Oasis to an isolated settlement of human refugees. The Oasis soldiers had killed the men from the settlement and taken the women and girls, adding a dozen slaves to their stock. And as a reward, this vile man who had betrayed his fellow humans had been granted citizenship to the Oasis. And now he was being offered his first use of a slave, a right to which he was now entitled as a citizen.

“On your knees. Show this new citizen what a submissive little slut you are,” Atkin commanded Dhenzuba. She fell to her knees with her thighs parted wide, crossed her wrists behind her back and thrust out her chest. Then she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue.

The new citizen grinned again as he eyed the dark elf. But he moved down the line to the next slave. It was Ghorza, who was also in display position. “Another fine choice,” Atkin said. “Only recently captured and enslaved. She is quite popular. Our citizens enjoy teaching an orc what it’s like to be a slave, for obvious reasons.  A little revenge and payback”

The man nodded. “Aye, my whole family was killed by these vile beasts a few years ago. I shall enjoy taking out some vengeance with this orc slut. I will take this one.”

“A fine choice, sir,” Atkin said. “And understandable that you wish to take your frustrations out on her.” He snapped a leash to Ghorza’s collar and handed the other end of the leash to the man. “You wish to use her here?” he asked.

The man shook his head. “Nope, they gave me a nice big apartment with a fancy bed. Gonna test her out on that. Come along, slave,” he said to Ghorza in a mocking tone and then he began to drag her off. Ghorza was silent and her cheeks were reddened but she offered no resistance as she obediently followed the man.

“Go find other man or woman to serve, slaves,” Atkin commanded Jastira and Dhenzuba and then he too departed.

As soon as he was gone, Dhenzuba frowned and sighed. Jastira could see the worry on her face. “Is everything ok?” Jastira asked her. Dhenzuba turned and looked at Jastira, and Jastira could see the tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” Jastira asked.

Dhenzuba reached out and gently took Jastira’s hand and squeezed it. She was silent for a moment, and then she spoke in a low, trembling voice. “I am afraid I overheard some of the cult members talking earlier today, about your friend Nimeroni and the other orc slave.”

“What about them?” Jastira asked, worry now in her voice as well. She realized she had not seen Nimeroni all day, which was not all that unusual. She had assumed Nimeroni was off serving somewhere. But now Dhenzuba’s ominous words scared her.

Dhenzuba hesitated again before she spoke. It was clear she was having trouble delivering the news. “They… they were chosen to be sacrificed. The cult members here think they are royalty and can be used to open a portal to our world. I am sorry,” Dhenzuba said softly.

Jastira’s eyes widened with horror. Her legs felt wobbly and Dhenzuba had to reach out to grab her arm so that she did not fall down. Jastira had assumed that so long as they served obediently and strived to be pleasing, that she and her fellow elf maiden slaves would at least be safe here in the Oasis. She had strived to be pleasing and lustful and submissive slave. She knew Nimeroni had as well. Now it was sinking in just how cruel these humans could be. Just as cruel if not cot crueler than even the orcs. Jastira began to sob, knowing she was helpless to save her friend from the terrible fate she was about to suffer.

………….

Nimeroni was still secured between the posts. After the soldier had gotten done fucking her, he had left here there, without saying a word. Nimeroni stood there, secured between the posts, the man’s cum oozing down her thigh. A couple hours passed, and Nimeroni wondered why she had been left there. Ever since being enslaved and put in service, there was hardly a waking moment when she wasn’t busy with some task as a slave. But for whatever reason, today she had been left here to bake in the hot sun.

But then finally, more men began showing up. A large group of men, a couple dozen or more, mostly soldiers and cult members. “Greetings, Masters,” Nimeroni said to them as they approached. But the men ignored her. They formed a large circle around Nimeroni. She started to grow nervous, figuring they had come to observe something that was to happen to her. She once again feared she was about to be whipped or abused in some way.

Some of the approaching men in the rear had a slave on a leash. It was one of the newly arrived orc slaves, Sharoga. The men took her over to the posts where Nimeroni was secured. They chained her up so that she was back-to-back with Nimeroni. Nimeroni wondered if she was going to be putting on some kind of erotic show with the orc slave. That would explain the audience surrounding them. But it was sort of hard for them to perform sexually with each other when they were bound with their backs pressed together. She feared that perhaps they had been secured this way so that they could be whipped together.

Sharoga apparently had the same fear. “What are you doing? I have been whipped enough!” Sharoga cried angrily. Nimeroni knew that the young orc’s angry protestations were not the best way to avoid a whipping. But the men ignored her, just as they ignored Nimeroni. As soon as Sharoga was securely tied, the men that tied her stepped back and joined the circle of men.

Another man stepped forward. He was holding a dagger and he stepped right over to Nimeroni. She stared fearfully at the dagger and then cried out in terror when he raised the dagger to his chest. But he did not stab her; instead, he cut a small nick in her breast. As a bead of blood formed, the man dipped his finger in her blood. He reached down and began to draw a series of symbols on her thigh. “What are you doing, Master” Nimeroni asked. The man ignored her. He finished drawing the symbols and circled around to Sharoga. Nimeroni heard Sharoga make a sharp cry and she figured the man had just cut into her breast and done the same thing that he had just done to her.

The man with the dagger stepped back into the circle of men. And now, a few more men approached, stepping from the circle of men. They were carrying wood and the began arranging it around Nimeroni’s and Sharoga’s feet.

At first, Nimeroni was confused what they were doing. But as they built up large piles of wood around the two secured slaves, it began to sink in. Still, Nimeroni did not want to believe it. “Masters, what are you doing? I am a good slave, am I not? Do you not enjoy fucking me?” she whimpered. Still, they ignored her. She tugged at the chains holding her to the post as the wood was piled up around her as the fear set in.

“What are you doing?” Sharoga cried angrily, joining Nimeroni’s protests. But with her tone filled with anger rather than fear, it appeared she was oblivious to the men’s intent.

After the wood had been piled up past the two slaves’ knees, the men stepped back, and a pair of cult members wearing robes stepped forward. They were both hooded but by the one’s man large size and height, Nimeroni knew it was Enzorhan. Enzorhan was holding a scroll. The other robed man was holding a torch. Then King Gaviunus stepped into the circle and stood beside Enzorhan. “Are we ready to begin?” he asked.

Enzorhan nodded and then he turned and nodded at the man holding the torch. That man stepped forward and tossed the torch into the wood. It quickly ignited the wood. Nimeroni began to sob, and Sharoga started pleading. She too now understood what was happening. “Please I will be a good, obedient slave!” Sharoga cried. “Please Masters I will be a good slut.”

Enzorhan, Gaviunus, and the other men ignored the slaves. As the flames built and began licking at the feet of Nimeroni and Sharoga, the pleas of the two slaves turned to cries. And then pained screams. As soon as their screams began, Enzorhan started reading from the scroll out loud, reciting words in a strange language and repeating them over and over. As the flames built, the pained screams of Nimeroni and Sharoga increased in intensity. Soon their agonized screams echoed through the air as the flames slowly engulfed them. For nearly 5 minutes, the two slaves screamed in pain as they were burnt. The entire time, Enzorhan recited the chants over and over while Gaviunus and others intently watched. But finally, Nimeroni and then Sharoga stopped screaming as they succumbed to the flames. Sill nothing happened. There was no flash of light. No portal opened.

Enzorhan cursed in anger. “Why didn’t a portal open?” Gaviunus asked, confused.

“I don’t know but I will figure it out, your highness, I promise,” Enzorhan said, frustration in his voice. His face was red with anger. He had failed to deliver his promise to the king. They had just wasted two valuable slaves and had failed to open a portal to Elevosia.

(End of Part 12, to be continued...)