Interlude: The Tale of Jastira: Part 9 – Jastira Meets the King

Jastira screamed in pain as the whip sliced into her back and she danced around, trying to turn her body to shield herself from the vicious whip. But the rope holding her wrists prevented her from shielding herself and the man with the whip struck Jastira’s back again, earning renewed screams from her.

“I will be a good slave!” she wailed. “Please Masters, I will be a good slave!” Jastira had spent what she assumed was about a week in the dungeon, undergoing almost constant abuse and torment. Her defiance had quickly vanished but still she was tormented. She knew they wanted to break her fully. To make her accept fully that she was a slave and then embrace it. Jastira was determined to never sink to that level. She was determined to always cling to the desire to be free. Always cling to her memories of her life with Berold and her desire to return to her life with him, no matter how unlikely that was.

But she had also decided that she would at least try to fake it. To make these men think she was a submissive and obedient slave, so that they would stop tormenting her. She thought of the young woman she and Berold had met, the former cult priestess Muriel who had been forced as a child to join the cult. That woman had done what she had to in order to survive and was a member of the cult, even if she had hated the cult and was horrified by them. So too would Jastira play the part of the obedient slave.

Yet despite Jastira’s best efforts, the torment had not stopped. Perhaps they saw through her act. Or perhaps they just wanted to shatter her mind more. Or perhaps they just liked abusing her. But whatever the reason, the brutal abuse had not stopped. They had taken Jastira from the dungeon that morning and she had thought, briefly, she was finally being released from that hell. But instead, she had been taken to one of the city squares to be chained up on a whipping post so that any citizen who pleased could whip her. She had been whipped all day.

The man whipping at that moment her laid several more lashes across Jastira’s back and ass, earning renewed screams from the elf maiden. She had screamed so much that her voice was now hoarse. “Alright that is enough for today,” a voice called out. It was Ortho, one of the men who ran the dungeon and who was supervising Jastira that day. Jastira hung limp from her wrists and breathed hard. Her back and rear end felt like they were on fire.

Ortho stepped behind her and reached down and grabbed a fistful of her whipped ass, causing Jastira to gasp and wince. “So, slave, have you learned to be a good little slut. Or do we need to keep breaking you?” he asked.

“I am an obedient little slut, Master,” Jastira whimpered.

“Prove it,” Ortho replied and he spun her around and pressed his mouth to hers. Jastira responded quickly, opening her mouth to allow his tongue to push inside. Ortho’s hand cupped and squeezed her breast and his thumb found her nipple and began to rub it. Jastira did her best to play the part of the needy slut and she moaned, then moaned again even louder when his other hand slid down to her inner thigh. Jastira parted her legs wide, giving him easy access to her pussy. Ortho did not delay and he slid his hand up and pushed a couple fingers into her sex. Jastira was embarrassed that her pussy was already slick. But she pushed aside her shame and kept up her act as best she could. Only if this man believed her to be a wanton slut did she have any chance of being released from the dungeon. Jastira started grinding her hips so that she was humping his hand, bucking in unison with his thrusting fingers.

As Jastira humped away against Ortho’s hand, they kissed deeply, their tongues lashing against each other. Their bodies began rubbing against each other and Jastira could feel the hardness of his cock through his pants. Ortho pulled his hand away from her breast and slid it behind her and took a firm grip of her ass. Jastira ignored the pain as the tender, whipped flesh of her ass was squeezed.

Ortho pulled his fingers from Jastira’s wet cunt and then pulled his lips from hers. He raised his hand and pressed his fingers to her lips and Jastira took them intro her mouth and began sucking off her juices from them. As she did this, she straddled Ortho’s thigh and began grinding herself against it, finding another way to hump and rub herself now that his fingers had been removed from her pussy.

Ortho pushed her away for just a second, but it was so he could quickly disrobe. He tore of all his clothing and then grabbed her again, pulling her in, and their lips locked once more. Ortho wedged his hand between their bodies and slid it down her belly and to her sex once more. As his fingers plunged into her sex, Jastira moaned and again started humping against his hand as his fingers plunged in and out of her.

Ortho pulled his hand free once more and he grabbed Jastira by the hair and started dragging her forward. He took her a few feet, to a large wooden crate and he pushed her against it and then bent her forward at the waist so she was bent over the crate. Jastira quickly parted her thighs wide, so that Ortho would have access to her cunt.

Ortho placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy and Jastira moaned as he pushed inside her. As soon as his cock was fully buried, he began thrusting, and Jastira threw her hips back, matching his thrusts. Ortho grabbed her hips and began pounding away.

Much to Jastira’s embarrassment, her arousal began building quickly. She could feel her pussy twitching and gushing around his cock. She was doing her best to put on a show but it was sinking in that not all of her arousal was fake. She was ashamed at her body’s reaction but she knew she had to push that aside. She needed to convince Ortho that she deserved to be released from the dungeon.

Ortho bellowed loudly as he came, and Jastira could feel his cum spurting inside her pussy. When he was finished climaxing, he pulled out of Jastira and without being commanded, she spun around, got on her knees and took his cock into her mouth to lick and suck it clean.

“Good job, slut,” Ortho said as she finished up. “Back to the dungeon for you for the night and perhaps tomorrow you will be able to prove you are worthy of leaving.”

He snapped a leash on Jastira’s collar and stared back towards the dungeon. Jastira reluctantly followed.

When they entered the dungeon, Jastira saw Dhenzuba, once again scrubbing the floors. Dhenzuba was frequently summoned to do chores in the dungeon, and Jastira suspected it was because Ortho and others liked fucking her. As a dark elf, she was even more exotic and rare than the elf slaves.

Ortho unclipped Jastira’s collar. “You will help Dhenzuba clean the dungeon. It better be spotless when I return,” he said. And then he turned to depart. As Jastira watched him leave, she realized it was the first time she had been left here without being locked in a cell. She hoped it was a good sign. They must have started to trust she would not try to escape. And on that assumption, Jastira knew they were right. It was not that she didn’t want to escape. But she fully understood there was no escape. Even if she managed to slip out of the city, which seemed an impossible enough task, she would just end up dead in the vast desert.

Dhenzuba was scrubbing the floor with a brush and Jastira crouched down next to her. There was another brush floating in the bucket of water, and Jastira grabbed it and she started scrubbing the floor as well. After a few seconds of scrubbing, she introduced herself. Though Jastira had seen Dhenzuba a few times in the dungeon, they had never interacted, and this was their first opportunity.

Dhenzuba paused her scrubbing and introduced herself.

“You are the first dark elf, I have ever seen in my life,” Jastira confessed. “How did the humans capture you in Elevosia?”

“My sister and I had ventured off the Dark Elves’ island to the mainland, elf territory, because we were curious and wanted to meet elves,” Dhenzuba replied. “We were roaming through your Great Forest when we were ambushed by the humans and captured. We have been slaves ever since.”

Jastira told Dhenzuba how own story of how she had been enslaved and then escaped from the orcs. And then found Berold. And then recaptured and re-enslaved by these humans. She finished with tears in her eyes. “With these humans’ knowledge of the portals, I know that Berold will never be able to find me,” she whimpered. “All because we wanted to learn the secrets to open them ourselves.”

Dhenzuba nodded and gave her a sympathetic look. “These humans learned how to open the portals between different places in their world from my sister and I,” she said. “They tortured us and we admitted we knew magic and then they tortured us until we divulged what we knew. The only magic we knew that they could use was how to open the portals. But it is an evil, twisted, dark magic. I wish they had never captured us and forced us to divulge the rituals.”

Jastira’s eyes widened. “You know how the portals are opened?” she asked.

Dhenzuba nodded. And then told Jastira what she knew. And her sister had known before she was killed. They had both been priestesses of the Dark Elves. The Dark Elves worshipped certain Gods and through their religion the wielded powerful magic. But their gods had evil counterparts, evil gods. And there were certain magic rituals that could be summoned by worship and devotion to those evil gods. But such rituals and dark magic was forbidden for the Dark Elves to practice, and so they never did.

She then discussed the connection between the Dark Elves’ ritual and the Cult of Ug’dromon. “One of those evil Gods is the same god the human cult here call Ug’dromon. And through their dark rituals, they figured out how to open portals between our world and the human world. But there are other rituals that were not known by them. At least until one of the cult leaders, the man here named Enzorhan, captured my sister and I and learned of the connection between our Gods and his, and forced us to divulge the rituals.”

She spoke in a low voice and looked around nervously; Jastira could tell she was being sure that none of the human Masters or Mistresses walked in to overhear their conversation.

“You say they are dark rituals? What do they involve?” Jastira asked.

“Blood rituals,” Dhenzuba said. “A sacrifice must be made to the Dark Gods. To open a portal between two places in a world, a person must be sacrificed. To open a portal between our world and this world, the person sacrificed must be of royal blood.”

Jastira remembered what she had seen the priests had been doing to the captured human woman, shortly before she herself was captured. She realized this dark elf held the secrets that she, Berold, and the others sought. But she bitterly realized it was too late. She had been re-enslaved and taken to a place Berold would never find her, if he still lived.

Just then the door to the dungeon opened and two men walked in. The two slaves immediately halted their conversation and fell silent. They resumed scrubbing. “Take a break from your cleaning elf, sluts,” one of the men commanded. “And present yourselves to be fucked.”

Jastira and Dhenzuba set down their brushes and got on all fours, presenting themselves with their asses thrust up in the air. Soon both slaves were getting fucked from behind. A humiliated Jastira closed her eyes as she was pounded from behind as it sunk in further that this was now her life.

………….

Jastira’s eyes shot open when the door to her cell loudly creaked open and she quickly sat up. She had been sound asleep on the floor her cell, but instinctively feared that creaking sound and it woke her immediately. That sound normally meant that men had arrived to drag her from her cell and begin anew her torture for the day. Jastira’s back and ass still stung fiercely from the day before and she did not know how she could bear yet another day of torment. She woke up the same way every morning in the cell, not thinking it was possible to suffer another day of abuse.

Jastira saw that the man who had entered her cell was the slaver, Atkin, who appeared to be in charge of all the slaves in the Oasis. He ordered Jastira to her feet and she quickly complied. Without saying another word, he attached a leash to her collar and began to lead away. Jastira began trembling, wondering what was in store for her that day. Perhaps she was being released from the dungeon. Or perhaps she was being taken to be tortured more.

Atkin took her outside of the dungeon and standing just outside of it was Enzorhan. Atkin unclipped the leash from Jastira’s collar and shoved her forward towards Enzorhan. She knew what was expected of her and Jastira knelt down at Enzorhan’s feet, sitting back on her heels with her knees parted wide like a good slut. “Greetings, Master, she whimpered, unable to hide the fear in her voice.

“Are you ready to be a good slave. To unquestionably follow the order of the Masters and Mistresses here? To strive to be pleasing and to please in all ways?” Enzorhan asked her.

“Yes, Master,” Jastira said, and to emphasize the point she parted her knees even wider.

Enzorhan unfastened his pants and dropped them slightly so that his erect cock popped out of his pants. “Prove it, slut,” he commanded.

Jastira stared at Enzorhan’s cock nervously.

 

She was not nervous about sucking cock. Not anymore after all the sexual abuse and degradation she had suffered. But she was nervous if she did not do a perfect job that she might stay in the dungeon longer.

Jastira leaned forward and placed her lips against the tip of Enzorhan’s cock and kissed it, letting her tongue probe the tip. She then opened her mouth wide and took the head of his cock into her mouth, allowing her tongue to continue to flick against it. She did this for a few seconds before she removed her mouth from the head of his cock and transitioned to sliding her tongue up and down his shaft, licking up and down the entire length, until the entire cock was glistening with her saliva.

Jastira pulled her mouth away, letting a pool of drool spill down her chin. She grasped Enzorhan’s cock with her hand, pulling it up so that she had better access to his balls. Jastira leaned in further between his thighs and pushed her tongue out further and began to lick his balls, bathing them in her saliva. After they were thoroughly licked, Jastira took one of his balls into her mouth and began to gently suck on it, and then the other. As she licked and sucked on Enzorhan’s balls, Jastira slowly stroked his cock, her hand slowly pumping up and down, making sure he stayed rock rad and to continue giving him pleasure.

She did not spend too long on Enzorhan’s balls and she pulled her mouth away, leaving them dripping in her saliva. And then her mouth was back on the head of Enzorhan’s cock. Her head kept going, until his cock slid past the back of her mouth and then into her throat. Her throat began to stretch and burn around the man’s thick cock and she started to gag but she ignored the sensation and kept sliding her mouth down until her nose was buried into Enzorhan’s pubic hair and her mouth was wrapped around the base of his cock. Now she began to bob her head up and down as that his cock slid in and out of her mouth. She quickly increased in speed, raising her head and letting the cock slide out of her throat with a loud slurping noise before jamming her head back down again. As her head bobbed up and down, Jastira’s cheeks sucked in to hollow out and enhance his pleasure, and her tongue licked and stroked the underside of his cock side to side. Enzorhan groaned in pleasure and began bucking his hips. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, and Jastira was relieved. After only a few more moments, he roared loudly and his cock began throbbing, flooding her mouth and throat with his cum, which she quickly swallowed. Enzorhan pulled Jastira’s head back so that the last couple of spurts landed on her tongue and then splashed over her lips and chin, and Jastira swallowed and then licked up all the cum. She then immediately licked Enzorhan’s cock clean. As she finished up, Enzorhan patted her on the head. “Good little slut,” he told her. “You have earned your way to out of the dungeon. Serve the free of the Oasis with passion, little slut.”

Jastira breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes, Master,” she said, trying to sound as cheerful and pleasant as possible. She was repulsed, devastated, and humiliated. But she was determined to play the part of the good little slut, for the rest of her life in all likelihood, to avoid as much suffering as possible. It was her best option as a slave.

………….

It was later in the day. Jastira was lying in the dirt, her face pressed into the ground and her hips and ass raised high. Her arms were bound behind her back. It was still her first day out of the dungeon and some men had chosen to fuck her and Nimeroni in bondage. Nimeroni now had her face pressed in between Jastira’s ass cheeks and she was licking, slurping and sucking up the cum that had been deposited into Jastira’s orifices. Atkin was standing nearby watching. As soon as Nimeroni’s face pulled away, Atkin ordered Jastira to her feet. With her arms bound behind her back, she struggled to rise and stand. As soon as she had managed, Atkin attached a leash to her collar and began to lead her away. He took her to the center of the city, to a large palatial building, and then inside the building. Jastira was led through the building to a large room in the center. A man and young woman were sitting on thrones in the room and Enzorhan was standing next to the man. Another older man was on the other side of Enzorhan.

Jastira surmised that the man and woman seated on thrones were King Gaviunus and his daughter, Aelina. Jastira had yet to meet them but had heard them discussed by a number of her interrogators and tormenters during her time in the dungeon. Seeing them on thrones, she figured they could only be the king and princess.

Jastira was put on her knees at King Gaviunus’s feet and she parted her thighs wide like a good slave.

 

“This is the new elf cunt I told you about,” Enzorhan said to Gaviunus. Gaviunus looked down at the elf maiden and licked his lips. “Oh, you know how I love blonde elf cunt,” he mused.

“She is quite pretty, father,” Aelina observed.

The old man on the other side of Enzorhan eagerly exclaimed, “I would like to suck on these perky little tits she has!”

Gaviunus turned to the old man and laughed. “I am sure you would, Chalinus.” He turned to back to Jastira. “Come closer, slut,” Gaviunus commanded, and Jastira shuffled over to him on her knees. He slid his booted foot forward between her parted thighs and used his foot to nudge her thighs wider. “Do you have a wet little cunt, is it dripping with anticipation to be fucked by a king, slut?” he asked her.

Jastira nodded and tried her best to sell her eagerness when she replied, “Yes, Master.” Gaviunus lifted his foot slightly so that it was rubbing against her slit and he watched her squirm. He smiled and planted his boot on the ground again. “Hump my boot girl. I want you to polish it with your cunt cream.”

She pulled herself up slightly so that she was straddling his boot and then settled down on top of it, resting her sex against it. Jastira began to rock her hips back and forth so that she was grinding her crotch against the leather of his boot. Almost instantly her sex began to tingle and she felt arousal building deep in her loins. She could feel her juices soaking the leather of the foot, decreasing the friction as she continued grinding her cunt against it.

Jastira began grunting and moaning as she humped Gaviunus’s boot. Her tits bounced as her body slid back and forth, harder and faster. It did not take her long to cum. She cried out and her body began shaking as her pussy released a torrent of juices across the top of the king’s boot.

“What a good little slut you are,” he remarked, grinning. “Keep grinding your cunt in so it is nice and polished.” Jastira continued humping the man’s boot for another couple of minutes. “Now lick my boot clean,” the King commanded.

Panting and covered in sweat, Jastira eased her body off of the king’s boot and then lowered her face to it and began licking off her sex juices. As she did, Gaviunus looked up at Enzorhan. “I will need another elf cunt in here to polish the other boot,” he said. “Which raises an important matter. We need to get more elf cunts. They make much better slaves and, as we have discussed, our subjects seem to prefer to exploit elves rather than their fellow humans.”

Enzorhan nodded. “Yes, your highness. We are trying to figure out a way. As I see it, there are two possibilities. As the orcs bring in more elf cunts to their own territory in Aegor, we could try to steal some. Use our portals to sneak in and grab some. But that is risky. We have survived here by staying unnoticed by the orcs. We do not want to draw attention to ourselves.”

Gaviunus nodded. “I agree. Too risky.”

“So, then our other option tis to try to capture some royalty and open our own portal to the elf world. Then we can capture elves ourselves,” Enzorhan said.

“But we need to capture royalty,” Chalinus interjected.

“Indeed. But we may have a lead on some. I am hoping to give you good news on that soon,” Enzorhan said.

“Very good,” Gaviunus said as he looked down at Jastira eagerly licking his boot. “Because I definitely want more of these elf cunts.”

(End of Part 9, to be continued...)