Interlude: The Tale of Jastira: Part 13 – The Engagement

Jastira and Issarel were silent as they scrubbed and cleaned the floor of the palace basement. They were quiet in part because they had been working since the early morning and were exhausted.

But the bigger reason for their silence was that they were both devastated. Shortly after Dhenzuba had told Jastira what the Cult had planned for Nimeroni, Jastira had informed Issarel. Both elf maidens had prayed Dhenzuba was wrong. But that night, Nimeroni did not return to the slave kennels. Nor did the orc slave Sharoga. Nor was either seen the next day or the following night. It began to sink in for both Jastira and Issarel that their friend was dead.

No one from the cult or any other free person of the Oasis said anything to Jastira or any of the other slaves about Nimeroni’s or Sharoga’s fate. But after the 2nd day had passed, Ghorza began to press Atkins and others about her sister’s disappearance. Finally, Atkins had told her that she had been dealt with harshly because she refused to accept slavery and that Ghorza would suffer the same fate if she was not pleasing and obedient. That was more confirmation for Jastira and Issarel that the two slaves were dead. When Nimeroni was not seen for a couple more days, it was only more confirmation. Sharoga and Nimeroni had been murdered in some sort of unholy ritual to open a portal to the elf world.

Jastira had started to accept slavery. She had tried to convince herself that her life in the Oasis would not be so bad, certainly not as bad as slavery would have been under the orcs. That illusion had now vanished. Nimeroni’s murder had shown that these humans of the Oasis were no better than the orcs. If these humans could brutally murder Nimeroni, who had been every bit the obedient and pleasing and submissive slave, then Jastira was not safe either. Still, she was completely helpless to do anything about it. Escape from the Oasis was impossible. She would just have to continue serving as a slave, with the dread she might meet some brutal fate even if she strived to be pleasing and obedient.

Jastira wondered if more elf slaves would start arriving in the Oasis, if indeed a portal had been opened. But as of now, no more captive elf maidens had arrived, to her knowledge. She wondered why that was the case if a portal had been opened. She hoped every vile cult member or soldier from the Oasis that entered Elevosia was killed. Perhaps the humans were learning that the elves of Elevosia were not so easily beaten and it was harder to take them than it had been for them to ambush and abduct a lone elf maiden on the road. Jastira knew her own fate was sealed but she hoped no other elves suffered the same fate. She also wondered what was happening between the orcs and elves in Elevosia. She wondered how the elves might be faring against the orcs. The orcs seemed quite fierce when they had captured her. But she had also witnessed the orcs hurriedly evacuating her as the elves came close to taking the portal. Perhaps the elves had pushed the orcs out of Elevosia or were in the process of doing so. She prayed that was the case. But regardless, she knew her own fate was sealed. She would remain a slave, unless the humans decided to brutally murder her like they had Nimeroni and Sharoga.

So Jastira was depressed, angry, and scared as she silently cleaned the basement. She scrubbed the floor while Issarel swept. She was exhausted but at least in the basement cleaning, she was away from the degradation and rape by these vile humans. Before, she had preferred getting fucked to cleaning. Back when she thought the men and women that used her would at least protect her. Now she wanted nothing to do with her vile captors. Cleaning in the basement kept her away from the monsters. But she knew this was only temporary. If not later today, by tomorrow she would be back to being raped and degraded. Before, she had tried to focus on the pleasure her body had felt when she was used. Now, that was becoming harder. Nimeroni’s murder had made it all but impossible for Jastira to focus on something other than her fear, despair, sadness, and hatred for her captors. But as bad as it was and as horrible as she felt, Jastira knew she would still do her best to be pleasing and obedient. She was too afraid to die. Especially to suffer some horrible sacrificial murder like poor Nimeroni had suffered. Maybe she would die anyway. But certainly, angering her Masters and Mistresses would only increase the chances or make it come sooner. That fear kept her obedient and compliant.

As they cleaned the floor, Jastira heard a sound in the other room. It was a muffled, whimpering noise, barely audible from the other room. But Jastira knew that Ghorza was in there, also cleaning. And as she listened, she realized Ghorza was crying. The young orc had tried to put on a tough demeanor. But the constant abuse and humiliation, and now the loss of her sister, had taken its toll. Jastira truly felt sorry for Ghorza. She knew how devastated she was at the loss of Nimeroni. She could not imagine what Ghorza must be going through. Jastira set down her brush and got up. “I will go see if Ghorza is ok,” Jastira said softly, and Issarel nodded. Jastira headed to the other room.

In that room, she saw Ghorza. Ghorza was on her knees on the floor, holding a brush, but she was not scrubbing. Her body was shaking as she wept softly. But as soon as she heard Jastira enter, she tried to quickly wipe away her tears.  Jastira crouched down next to Ghorza. “I am sorry about what happened to your sister,” she said softly, and she reached out and gently grabbed Ghorza’s forearm and squeezed it.

Ghorza looked down at Jastira’s hand, a little surprised. “I am a coward for surrendering to these humans. I am a coward for not avenging my sister,” Ghorza said bitterly.

Jastira shook her head. “You are strong for doing what you must to survive,” she said. “Getting yourself killed in a pointless attempt at seeking revenge would be foolish.”

Ghorza shook her head. “So instead, I should live the rest of my life in humiliating slavery? Death would be a better fate,” she snapped.

“If you live, you have a chance of eventually escaping slavery. I was once trapped in an orc fuck pit. I thought I would never escape. But I did. Perhaps our fates here will change and we will escape this slavery one day. All we can do is survive until the opportunity presents itself,” she said.

Ghorza fell silent. The tears started falling again. “I miss my sister,” she whimpered. She started to cry again. Instinctively, Jastira leaned forward and hugged the female orc tightly. Ghorza stiffened, surprised as the elf embraced her. But then she hugged Jastira back tightly, burying her face in Jastira’s shoulder as she cried. Jastira started to cry too.  As she did, she could not believe that she was hugging an orc. But she knew this was not just an orc. Ghorza was her slave sister.

After a minute, Jastira released Ghorza. Ghorza pulled back and gave Jastira a grateful look. After a moment, she spoke. “When I first saw elves, I thought you were a submissive, inferior race. I thought you were natural slaves and deserved to be in bondage. Now that I have been enslaved against my will, I can see that I was wrong. Anyone can be broken and reduced into a slave. I am sorry what we did to you, that we dragged you off to this world. No one should be subjected to this cruelty, by orc or human.”

Jastira reached out and gently stroked Ghorza’s cheek. “You do not owe me an apology. I do not blame you for what other orcs did to me. And now, we are in this together. And we must continue to play the part of slaves, to be obedient, submissive, and pleasing, so that we survive. Until the opportunity presents itself for us to escape.” Ghorza nodded. Jastira had told Ghorza that they might eventually escape slavery to give her hope. But in her own mind, Jastira knew they were exceedingly unlikely to ever escape this bondage. Jastira knew she would die a slave. All that was up in the air was how long she might live in slavery before her death came.

………….

Gaviunus had received a message to go see Enzorhan in the dungeon and he had gone there to see him at once. His close advisor, Chalinus, came him. In the bottom level of the dungeon, deep underground, they found Enzorhan. He was inside a cell, and the dark elf Dhenzuba was strapped down on a table in the cell. She was covered in bruises, welts, and cuts. It was clear she had been harshly interrogated. Gaviunus knew that Enzorhan had planned to interrogate the dark elf to see what else they could learn about the rituals for opening portals and what may have gone wrong when they had failed to open the portal to Elevosia.

“What have you learned?” Gaviunus asked Enzorhan.

“Your highness, the dark elf doesn’t know much more than what she has already told us or I already know. But she thinks the problem is the same thing that I suspected,” Enzorhan replied. “The dark gods demand that royal blood be sacrificed. What we gave them was not really royal blood. The elf maiden may have technically been of a royal family but she was a distant cousin of her kingdom’s royal family. And the orc was the daughter of the orc war chieftain, but he is not really royalty. He did not inherit his title by birth. He is a warlord elected by a powerful orc council. And even if he were considered royal, he has many children, none of which inherit any titles by virtue of their father. There was nothing royal about his daughter. We had feared that may be the case, which is why we burnt both slaves in the fire, hoping at least one of them would be suitable. But I think the dark gods demand blood of a higher status.”

“So, a king or a queen,” Gaviunus said.

“Or a prince or a princess,” Enzorhan replied.

“Well, there are hardly any kingdoms remaining in Aegor,” Chalinus said. “The orcs have sacked most all of them. And we cannot exactly waltz into any that remain and snatch a member of a royal family from a walled city, fortress, or castle. Even with the portals, that is a tall order. But the orcs have human queens and princesses as slaves, do they not?”

Enzorhan nodded. “Yes, they have many human queens and princesses and even an elven princess, at least one that we know of. Your brother gave her to them. But we have no idea where any of them would be. It was risky enough to sneak men into orc territory to snatch those two female orcs, and we knew where to look for them. It would be much riskier to wander into orc territory to try to find a former queen or princess. It is not like we can ask an orc for directions”

“Well, what other option do we have?” Gaviunus said. “It is a shame my bitch wife is dead; you could have had her.”

Enzorhan smiled. “We are on the same page, your highness. You had a queen that died. But nothing says you can’t marry again and get a new one…”

………….

It was later in the day and the slaves had finished their cleaning. Now Jastira was serving in the city. She trembled, pleasure rippling through her, as the human slave Nia’s tongue slid up and down her slit and then began to flicking at her swollen clit. Jastira began squirming as she was overcome with arousal. Cheer rang out from the crowd men as they watched.

Jastira and Nia were the current participants in a contest among a small group of slaves. Jastira was chained up in a spreadeagle position against a wooden post and Nia was on her knees in front of Jastira, her face buried in Jastira’s crotch as she lapped away. Nia was trying to bring Jastira to orgasm, but she only had a short period of time to do so. Sand flowed through a sandglass and when the last of it had flowed through the center into the bottom section, the time for her to do so would expire. There was not much sand in the sandglass, so Nia had only about a minute or two to complete her task. She was in a rotation with two other slaves, Issarel, and Ghorza, each who was also tasked with bringing Jastira to orgasm with her mouth and tongue. Each of the three slaves was highly incentivized to be the one to do so first. Each time one of them failed to bring Jastira to orgasm before the time expired, she was thrashed with a flogger, and then it was the turn of the next slave in the rotation. Ghorza and Issarel were currently kneeling on all fours in punishment position, their backs and asses covered with welts from the flogger from the prior times they had failed. Ghorza would get another chance after Nia. And then Issarel would follow. And then Nia would get another chance after that, if Jastira had still not climaxed.

The men who were cheering were doing so because they had placed bets Nia would be the one to bring Jastira to climax. Other men in the crowd were silent at the moment and watching intently; they had placed wagers on Issarel or Ghorza. The slaver Atkin was officiating the contest. He was standing near Jastira, holding his flogger, and watching intently as sand trickled through the sandglass.

Jastira squirmed as Nia lapped at her sex, the tingle in her loins a steady roar. She could see Nia’s lips and chins were covered in her juices. As the slave attacked her clit with her tongue, Jastira knew she was on the brink of orgasm.

“Time is up!” Atkin yelled and he grabbed Nia by the hair and yanked her head away. She groaned, knowing she would be flogged again. Atkin raised his flogger. But it was aimed between Jastira’s legs, not at Nia. Jastira knew what was coming and she tried to brace herself. Atkin brought the flogger down hard, slashing it cruelly into Jastira’s aroused, swollen sex, and Jastira howled in pain. Atkin slashed her pussy a second time, causing more pained cries from the elf maiden. Atkin always whipped Jastira’s pussy twice in between each slave’s licking session. It was to ‘cool her off’ before the next slave got a chance to try to bring Jastira to orgasm. It was intended to prolong the game and Jastira knew she would have orgasmed a long before had she not had her pussy cruelly whipped in between each slave’s licking session.

Atkin turned back to Nia. She was already lined up beside Issarel and Ghorza, on all fours in punishment position, waiting her punishment. Atkin stepped over to her and brought the flogger down hard across her back. And then her ass. Nia received 10 hard slashes. By the end, she was sobbing, but she had managed to hold her position. Which was good for her, because falling from it would have earned her 5 more slashes.

The punishment doled out to Nia; it was now Ghorza’s turn to try to bring Jastira to orgasm. Atkin returned to Jastira’s side and bent down to flip the sandglass over. “Go, slave,” he commanded. The men who had bet on Ghorza started cheering and hollering, urging her on.

Ghorza hurriedly crawled over. She did not delay and buried her face into Jastira’s crotch. She slipped her tongue firmly over Jastira’s sex, lapping at it a few times and then began flicking it around her clit. Jastira’s pussy was still stinging fiercely from the whipping she had just received. But as Ghorza’s tongue lapped at her pussy, the pain began to melt away and the warm tingle of pleasure quickly returned. Soon, Jastira was thoroughly aroused. Jastira arched her back and threw her head back, moaning in pleasure as Ghorza lavished her pussy with attention. After flicking at Jastira’s clit with her tongue for a while, Ghorza changed tactics again. Ghorza slipped her hands underneath Jastira’s ass, pulling Jastira’s hips up to get a better angle and then pushed her face in deeper, plunging her tongue deep inside Jastira’s pussy and swirling her tongue around.

Jastira began to buck as her pleasure built. Ghorza had become quite skilled with her tongue as a slave, and Jastira writhed in ecstasy as Ghorza’s tongue plunged in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Ghorza changed tactics once again and she returned to flicking at Jastira’s swollen, aching clit with her tongue. Then Ghorza took Jastira’s clit in between her lips and gently sucked on it. Then back to flicking at it with her tongue. Jastira was panting now, her hips thrusting so that she was grinding her pussy against Ghorza’s open mouth. Jastira desperately wanted to cum. Not only for the sexual relief her body demanded but also to avoid being whipped again.

And then finally the orgasm came crashing upon her. Jastira screamed out, her back arching even more and her whole body shaking as she was overcome with pleasure. Her mind exploded in a white flash as waves of pleasure rocked her entire body. Gushes of juices filled Ghorza’s mouth and splashed over her face, and Ghorza eagerly lapped them up. Jastira rode out the waves of pleasure, one after another, until they finally receded, and she fell limp against the wooden post, panting and covered in sweat.

Cheers were ringing out from the men who had bet on Ghorza to win. “We have a winner,” Atkin declared. “Take the two losing slaves to the whipping posts; they can spend the rest of the day there, as penance for losing.” The men who had won collected their winnings and the men who lost leashed Nia and Issarel and led them away. Jastira watched them being dragged away. She felt sorry for them. But after seeing Ghorza’s broken state earlier n the day when they were cleaning, she was glad that Ghorza had avoided worse abuse.

“It is time for your reward, orc slut,” Atkin said. “Present yourself to be fucked.”

“Yes, Master,” Ghorza said. Jastira saw the humiliation and fear on Ghorza’s face as she got in position, her ass thrust up in the air, presented to Atkin. But after Atkin got behind her, dropped his pants, and pushed himself inside her pussy, Ghorza let out a small gasp. And as he started thrusting away, she was soon moaning as she was overcome with pleasure. Jastira was happy for Ghorza and hoped the pleasure would ease her sadness, at least a little.

As Jastira watched Ghorza being fucked, she heard footsteps and she turned to see Enzorhan approaching. He reached Jastira and started unchaining her from her post. “Come, slave. The King wishes to see you,” he told her.

………….

Jastira was led by Enzorhan through the doors into the throne room of the palace. Inside, King Gaviunus was seated on his throne, and his daughter Aelina was seated in her own throne beside him. A number of guards were posted around the room. And kneeling on one side of Gaviunus, at his feet, was the dark elf slave Dhenzuba. Kneeling on the other side of him were the two blonde elf maiden slaves, Almithara and her daughter Myantha.

“Here is the third blonde elf cunt, your highness,” Enzorhan as he pushed Jastira onto her knees in front of the king and princess.

Gaviunus looked down at Jastira. “I was partial to that one,” he said pointing to Myantha. “This new one you brought in is a little older. But I also think she is prettier. Slave sit back on you ass and part your knees wide so I get a better view of your cunt.” Jastira did as commanded, sitting back and parting her knees, so the king could see her pussy, which still glistened from her juices and Ghorza’s saliva.

The king licked his lips. “Such has a pretty little cunt. Rise and stand in front of me, slave. In display position,” he commanded.

Jastira climbed up onto her feet and got into display position. Gaviunus leaned forward on his throne and began to examine the slave, squeezing and groping her breasts before he began squeezing and pinching and prodding other parts of her body. He finished by sliding a hand between her parted things and cupping her sex, before pushing a pair of fingers inside her. Her pussy was still quite wet from earlier activities with Ghorza and the other two slaves, and its wetness pleased Gaviunus. His face lit up and he smiled. But he looked down at Myantha who was kneeling. “You, up in display position beside this one,” he commanded Myantha.

Myantha rose to her feet and go in position beside Jastira. The fingers of his one hand still inside Jastira, Gaviunus reached with his other hand between Myantha’s spread thighs and pushed a couple fingers inside her sex. She grunted softly as he started thrusting his fingers in and out of her. Then she started to squirm and wet noises sounded as the king’s fingers thrusted in and out of her. Her pussy had quickly grown wet as she was fingered.

“Let me compare your other holes. Both of you turn around and bend over. And spread your ass cheeks,” Gaviunus commanded. Jastira and Myantha both quickly complied. After bending over, Jastira reached back and spread her ass cheeks. A moment later, she felt Gaviunus’s finger pushing into her anus and worming around. Jastira heard a soft grunt from Myantha and knew she was getting the same treatment. Jastira glanced over towards Almithara, knowing how terrible it must be for her to be witnessing her daughter being treated in such a way. Almithara was still kneeling on the floor, staring straight ahead, a neutral expression on her face. But Jastira could see the glimmer of tears in her eyes.

The finger withdrew from Jastira’s ass. “Turn around and kneel,” Gaviunus commanded. Jastira turned and knelt on the floor, as did Myantha. Gaviunus reached down and grabbed Jastira’s chin, pulling her face up so that she was looking him in the eyes. “Yes, this is the one,” he announced. “Congratulations, slave. You shall be my wife. You shall be the new Queen of the Oasis.”

“A splendid choice, father,” Aelina said.

“Indeed, your highness.” Enzorhan said.

Jastira was utterly confused. She had no idea why this king wished to marry her rather than keep her as a slave. She turned and glanced at Dhenzuba. Dhenzuba was looking back at her, her face a mix of fear and sadness. Dhenzuba was looking right at Jastira, and Jastira got the sense that the dark elf’s fear and sadness were directed at her. Suddenly, Jastira was scared, rather than confused. She had no idea why the king had declared he would marry her, but she was terrified she was not going to like the result.

“I will have word sent throughout the city that there shall be a wedding at the palace tomorrow,” Enzorhan said. He began to drag Jastira from the throne room.

(End of Part 13, to be continued...)