Interlude: The Tale of Jastira: Part 14 – The Wedding

Jastira sat in the tub of warm water as Dhenzuba and Ghorza bathed her. The two slaves had been tasked with bathing Jastira to prepare her for the wedding, her marriage to Gaviunus. Because the king wanted Jastira extra clean, the water had been heated. Most times the slaves bathed, the water was cold. The slaves were rarely permitted hot baths and to get one was a rare treat. Normally, a hot bath soothed Jastira. But at the moment she was anything but soothed and relaxed. Her heart was pounding. Her ears were ringing. She was in the midst of a panic attack. Dhenzuba had just finished telling Jastira what she knew about the reasons she was being married to the king and made queen. The sacrifice of Nimeroni and Sharoga had failed to open a portal to Elevosia. The cult’s high priest, Enzorhan, had decided they needed a queen or a princess to sacrifice. That was the reason that the King was marrying Jastira, to make her a queen. So that she could be burnt alive to open a portal.

“I tried to tell them things that might delay your sacrifice,” Dhenzuba said softly. “That the gods would see their ruse if they elevated you to queen and then killed you right away. So, I think the King will keep you around for some time.”

“But it is only a matter of time,” Jastira said, her voice trembling. “Eventually, I will be killed. In a brutal, horrible, painful fashion.”

Dhenzuba’s eyes teared up as she nodded. She wished she could offer something to console or comfort Jastira, but there was nothing she could say.

“So, they killed my sister for no reason and now they mean to kill you too. I will not let them!” Ghorza snapped angrily. “We must try to escape this city! Together!”

Jastira turned and grabbed Ghorza’s arm and looked her straight in the eyes. “Escape to where? The desert? If we do not die out in the desert, we will be recaptured. I have seen what they do to slaves that try to escape. And what do you think they will do to you if they find you tried to help me escape, and undermine their plan to open the portal.” She shook her head. “No, I will not have your life on my conscience. No one else should die. Promise me, Ghorza, you will not do anything foolish. Promise me!” She gave Ghorza a firm look.

Ghorza sighed. “These humans are monsters,” she said, defeat in her voice. She looked at Jastira. “Maybe after they make you queen, you will have some freedom and you can slip away on your own when you get the chance? Surely it is better to try your chances in the desert than to be sacrificed?”

Jastira looked to Dhenzuba. “Did they say what will happen to me after I am Queen?” she asked.

Dhenzuba frowned and looked away again. “I do not think they will give you much freedom. I suspect your life will not change much from what it is as a slave. The King discussed that with Enzorhan and Enzorhan told them that the cult was quite abusive with the princess they had captured when they first opened the portal. Before they sacrificed her, they kept her as a prisoner and she was abused just like they abuse us slaves. And their cult believes the princess the orcs captured was actually enslaved and kept as a sex slave by the orcs before she was later sacrificed by the orcs to take control of the portal from the cult.”

Jastira closed her eyes and nodded. “So, it is just a matter of time then,” she said softly. “And until that time comes, I will just continue on under this abuse and humiliation as a slave.”

The door suddenly opened and the slaves fell silent as Aelina walked into the room. “Is my soon-to-be new mother-in-law bathed?” she asked in a sweet tone.

“Yes, Mistress,” Dhenzuba replied, cold bitterness in her tone.

“Dry her off. It is time to get her dressed for the ceremony,” Aelina said, oblivious or uncaring about Dhenzuba’s tone.

Dhenzuba helped Jastira out of the tub and she and Ghorza began to dry her off with towels. When they were done, Aelina beckoned Jastira over. She looked her up and down and smiled. “You are so beautiful. You will make a fine queen,” she said. “Now let’s get that ugly slave collar off of you.” She presented a key and then reached up and unlocked the iron collar around Jastira’s throat and removed it. “Come inside, bring the queen her new attire, and her new jewelry” Aelina called and two human slave girl entered the room. Each slave was holding a red velvet pillow and placed on the first one was Jastira’s new “attire.” It was a new gold collar, along with gold cuffs. Jastira realized that Dhenzuba’s prediction was accurate. Her life would not be changing at all as Queen. Aelina picked up the new gold collar and placed it around Jastira’s throat, closing it. It clicked and locked. She did the same with the four cuffs, locking them around Jastira’s wrists and ankles. “My, how regal,” Aelina said mockingly.

The pillow held by the other slave had on it a long steel needle and a pair of hoop earrings. “We are going to give you nice earrings as Queen,” Aelina announced. Jastira stared with sad eyes at the earrings. Normally, getting her ears pierced would have humiliated her. For an elf, it was considered a humiliating and degrading mutilation to have one’s ears pierced. But Jastira had been humiliated and degraded so much during her time as a slave that the addition of ear piercings hardly seemed like a big deal. On top of that, it was not her continued humiliation that had her distressed. It was what she knew would bring an end to that humiliation: her brutal sacrifice.

Aelina picked up the needle from the pillow and leaned in, grabbing Jastira’s left earlobe. A second later, Jastira felt a sharp pinch as the needle was plunged through her earlobe. Aelina pulled the needle free and then placed one of the hoop earrings through the hole. She followed the same process and pierced Jastira’s other ear. “My, you are very pretty,” Aelina remarked. “I will enjoy having you as my mother-in-law.” She grabbed the back of Jastira’s head and pulled her in, pressing their lips together and roughly kissing her. Jastira submissively parted her lips, allowing Aelina to push her tongue into her mouth. It was even more clear that her life would not be changing in the slightest. At least until they killed her.

Dhenzuba and Ghorza watched helplessly, tears falling down their cheeks. They wished dearly they could help Jastira. They knew there was nothing they could do.

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In the throne room, the most elite citizens of the Oasis had gathered to watch the ceremony. King Gaviunus was standing in the front of the room, next to his throne, dressed in his most regal attire. Beside him was Enzorhan, dressed in his finest cult robes. Everyone in the room was chatting amongst themselves. But when the door to the throne room opened and Aelina stepped inside, everyone fell silent.

“Father, I present to you the new Queen,” she called out. She stepped aside, and Jastira stepped into the room. She was still naked except for the gold collar around her throat the gold cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and the gold hoop earrings in her ears. However, new adornments had now been added. She now wore golden slippers and her a gold crown had been placed on her head. Aelina slapped her ass as Jastira slipped past her into the room. “Go to your King,” she commanded and Jastira started walking through the center of the room towards Gaviunus.

She could feel all eyes on her. And she was humiliated. As she walked through the room, some men and even some women called out crude remarked. “The Queen has nice tits,” a man called out. “I fucked the Queen’s ass just the other day,” another called. “She can really lick pussy and suck cock,” called out another. Others laughed at the remarks. It was clear that no one in this room had any illusion that Jastira was actually being made Queen or that she had earned any respect or dignity in her new position. Of course, the fact that she had entered the room naked and collared would have cleared up any misunderstanding. This was a lewd mockery of a wedding. Jastira wondered how many people knew the true purpose of the wedding: to set up her brutal and vicious murder.

But Jastira held her head high as she walked towards Gaviunus. And she did not resist. She would cooperate fully and do whatever was demanded of her. She did not want Gaviunus or Enzorhan or anyone else to know that she knew the true purpose of this marriage. She only knew because Dhenzuba had told her in secret. And she had promised Dhenzuba she would not tell any of the humans that she knew their plans for her. The last thing she wanted to do was get Dhenzuba in trouble. She would have to play oblivious to the fact that she was going to eventually be sacrificed. Jastira knew her fate was all but sealed and she did not want any of her slave sisters to die with her. That was the one small amount of consolation she had. She was terrified to die. She was horrified that her death would open up a portal to allow the humans to subject more elf maidens to cruel slavery. But she prayed that her own sacrifice might mean that no other slaves had to die at the hands of these cultists.

Jastira reached Gaviunus and Enzorhan. Aelina had followed behind Jastira and she moved to stand beside her father, on the other side from Enzorhan. Gaviunus looked Jastira up and down and licked his lips. He reached out and squeezed one of her breasts. “A fine wedding gown, my bride,” he said mockingly about her state of nudity and more laughter rang out among the audience watching.

“Let us pray to Ug’dromon,” Enzorhan called out. He started chanting, in the ancient language known by the Cult of Ug’dromon. In the crowd a number of the men and women who were cult members joined him in the chants. Bot most of those assembled, Gaviunus and Aelina included, were not members of the Cult and remained silent, respectfully observing as the prayers were chanted.

Enzorhan and the cult members chanted for several minutes. When they finished, Enzorhan started speaking, once again in the common language. “Before Ug’dromon and the other dark gods as our witnesses, we join these two in holy marriage. The elf maiden Jastira and our righteous and chosen King, Gaviunus. Through this marriage, the King will not only gain a wife, but our Oasis will get a Queen. May she ably serve our Oasis. And may the King and Queen have a blessed union, until death do them part.” Jastira noticed the smirk that Gaviunus made when Enzorhan said ‘death do them part,’ and she struggled not to start crying.

Enzorhan continued. “King Gaviunus, do you take this elf maiden as your bride?”

“I do,” Gaviunus said.

“And Jastira, do you take this man as your husband?” Enzorhan said.

Jastira wanted to say no. But as they had walked to the palace, she had been warned by Aelina that her slave sister friends would suffer immensely if she did not cooperate fully in the ceremony and consent to the marriage. “I do,” Jastira whimpered softly.

“And do you promise to obey your new husband in every way he desires and strive to please him in every way he desires, as if you were still his slave, and he were still your Master,” Enzorhan said.

“I do,” Jastira whimpered. Jastira now fully understand how sadistic and cruel the people of the Oasis were, or at least those in charge. They were making Jastira Queen so that they could murder her. But for however long they kept her alive before she was sacrificed, it was clear that they would continue to abuse and degrades her as a slave, up until the moment they killed her. They did not even bother to give Jastira the illusion of freedom or offer her even a shred of dignity and happiness before they murdered her.

“Then by the power vested in me by the Oasis and by Ug’dromon himself, I pronounce you husband and wife, and King and Queen,” Enzorhan said. Cheers rang out in the audience.

“Now on your knees, my dear wife and Queen,” Gaviunus commanded Jastira. She slowly got down on her knees. “Part your knees wider, my bride,” Gaviunus commanded. “As if you were still a slave. I want all of my subjects to see their new Queen’s delicious cunt.” Humiliated, Jastira parted her knees wider as commanded.

“You may leash your bride,” Enzorhan said, and Gaviunus reached down and attached a gold chain leash to her collar. He smirked down at her. Then Gaviunus unbuckled his pants and dropped them to his ankles. His erect cock sprang forth, in front of Jastira’s face. More laughter rang out. Jastira was not familiar with the wedding ceremonies of humans but it was clear from the laughter that this was not normally part of it. It was clear none of this was normal tradition.

“My Queen, you may kiss your husband,” Enzorhan said to Jastira. “And prove your submission, obedience, and devotion to him.” As if there was any mystery as to what she was expected to do, Gaviunus pointed at his erect cock. Jastira stared at it, her cheeks red with humiliation and tears falling down her cheeks. When she had been with Berold, she had fantasized about this day with him, and the first kiss she would share as husband and wife. She had never imagined then she would instead be on her knees forced to perform a debauched mockery of this ceremony. Jastira leaned in and placed her lips on the head of Gaviunus’s cock and planted a soft kiss on it.

More laughter and cheers rang out as she did. Aelina started clapping. Gaviunus tugged at her leash. “Now suck my cock, slave wife,” he sternly commanded. Jastira closed her eyes. Trembling, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of her new husband’s cock and then took the length of his manhood down her throat, letting her tongue slide down the underside of his shaft as she did. Jastira was now quite experienced at pleasuring men with her mouth, and she did her best to give her new husband pleasure. As her head began bobbing up and down, Enzorhan bellowed, in a mocking tone, “Long live the Queen,” and the audience repeated it in unison.

Jastira heard Gaviunus and Aelina chuckle as she slurped away on Gaviunus’s cock and she tried her best to fight back the tears. She did not want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her distraught and humiliated. But it was impossible not to cry. Not from the humiliation of the lewd ceremony. But because of her knowledge that she would not have very long to live.

Drool spilled down onto Jastira’s chin and wet sucking and gagging noises echoed through the room as Jastira continued working Gaviunus’s cock with her mouth. As she did, the doors to the throne room opened again, and slaves began filing inside. The slaves started dispersing through the crowd and begging the citizens assembled to be allowed to serve them. Slaves were put on their knees or on all fours or on their backs on the floor of the throne room as men and women began to use them. Soon the entire throne room was filled with the sounds of moans, grunts, wet sucking and slurping, and flesh slapping against flesh. The wedding had now become a giant orgy.

In the corner of her eye, Jastira saw Aelina with the slave Isolde. Aelina had her dress hiked up and Isolde was on her knees, her face buried in Aelina’s crotch and licking away. Isolde’s wrists were bandaged. She had apparently tried to kill herself by slicing open her wrists, after she had learned that Nimeroni had been killed. Jastira did not know Isolde well but she had been told that Isolde and Nimeroni had grown close as slaves sometime prior to Jastira’s arrival. Apparently, it was Isolde who had revealed to Enzorhan that Nimeroni was royalty, out of a desire to help Nimeroni. Isolde had tried to kill herself when she had learned the true reason they wanted royalty. However, they had saved Isolde from dying, she had been harshly beaten, and the rumor was it that they had warned Isolde that if she tried to kill herself again other slave sisters that were her friends would be executed as punishment. The Oasis apparently did not want to lose a slave to suicide. They were fine burning them at the stake if it meant they could acquire more slaves, but otherwise they did not want to lose the slaves they had. Jastira had no illusion io was out of any concern for Isolde. It was just that Isolde had three holes they liked to fuck.

Isolde was not the only slave in her immediate vicinity that Jastira recognized. Nearby, Dhenzuba was on her hands and knees and Enzorhan was thrusting into her from behind. Normally, Dhenzuba moaned loudly as she was fucked. But at the moment she was silent and teary-eyed. Jastira had no doubt it was because Dhenzuba was distraught about what she knew would soon happen to her.

There was a hard yank of Jastira’s hair. Gaviunus pulled her head away from his cock. He let go of her hair and then tugged hard at her leash, forcing her to stand up and follow him. Jastira took only a few steps, to Gaviunus’ throne and he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her over to it, bending her over one of the arms of the throne so that her ass was jutting out in the air.

Gaviunus slid his hand down her back and over her ass, and then drew it back. A second later, his hand came crashing down on her ass with a hard slap, causing Jastira to cry out. Her drew his hand back again and slapped her other ass cheek. Then back to the first one. He started spanking her hard, over and over, until Jastira was squirming and then crying out from the fierce sting. “You are mine to do with as I please, Queen,” Gaviunus snarled. Finally, after more than 20 hard spanks, he stopped. He bent down and placed his cheek against her reddened ass, enjoying how hot it felt on his cheek after the spanking she had received. Then Gaviunus turned his head and bit her ass cheek hard, causing another squeal from his new Queen. Gaviunus kicked at the inside of Jastira’s ankles, forcing her to spread her legs more. A moment later, she felt his cock sliding against the entrance of her pussy. He rammed forward and drove his cock inside her with one thrust.

The king grabbed her hair and yanked her head up as he started pounding away, driving his cock in and out of her in brutal fashion. Jastira lay limp over the throne, barely reacting as she was brutally fucked. More tears began to fall down her cheek. She again thought of how she had once imagined she might marry Berold. A human and an elf marrying would have obviously been somewhat of an enigma. They would never be able to have children together. But she had loved him and he had loved her. When she had dreamt of her future, it had been with him. She didn’t want to return to Elevosia, at least not permanently. She didn’t want to start a family with another elf. She had wanted to spend the rest of her life with Berold. But now that dream was forever gone. And instead, she had just participated in this perverse and deviant parody of a wedding, to be abused and degraded by the monster who was now her husband, until enough time had passed that he could burn her at the stake so that he could access more of her n to capture and enslave. If Berold still lived, she would never see him again. She wondered if she would get to reunite with him in the afterlife. Did elves sacrificed to an evil god get to have a pleasant afterlife? Or would she spend the afterlife as a slave of this Ug’dromon?

Gaviunus tensed up and groaned as he unleashed a load of cum into Jastira’s womb. As he was pulling out of her, she heard a soft voice call out, “Father if you are done with her, I would like to play with my new mother-in-law.” It was Aelina. Jastira turned her head and glanced at the sadistic princess. Aelina had taken off her dress and other clothes and was now naked. Her inner thighs were glistening and smeared with wetness from what Jastira assumed was the aftermath of Isolde’s service to her.

Gaviunus chuckled. “Have at her daughter. I am going to have some fun with some other slaves.” He lumbered off and Aelina plopped down on her throne that was next to Gaviunus’ throne. “Come over here, dear Mother-In-Law,” she said to Jastira, gesturing her over with her hand.

Jastira slowly picked herself up from Gaviunus’s throne and crawled over to Aelina, kneeling at her feet. “Yes, Mistress?” she asked.

Aelina stuck her feet up to Jastira’s face. “Worship them, Queen” she sternly commanded. Jastira leaned in and stuck her tongue out, pressing it to the heel of Aelina’s left foot. She began gliding her tongue up, along the entire sole of Aelina’s foot from heel to toe. And then back down again. She continued licking up and down for over a minute, until Aelina switched shifted her feet so that the other was in front of Jastira’s face. She began to lick that one. After a couple of minutes, Jastira started licking in between Aelina’s toes, first one foot and then the other. Then the other foot was back in front of her face and she began sucking on Aelina’s toes, one by one. “Do a good job, my queen, and I will reward you and let you worship my ass next,” Aelina said mockingly. It was now abundantly clear that Jastira’s life as Queen would be indistinguishable from her life as a slave. Her short-lived life as a queen, that was.

“You and I are going to have so much fun,” Aelina said, grinning evilly as she watched Jastira continuing to worship her feet. Jastira fought back more tears. She despised this woman and her father. She despised all of these humans in the Oasis. But maybe if she was obedient and pleasing, they would let her live a little longer. As miserable as her life was, she was desperate to live. Or at least not die the horrible death that she knew was coming. She prayed she could delay her death for as long as possible.

“When you are finished with her, send my wife up to my bed chambers,” Gaviunus called to Aelina. “Have her bathe and then have some guards tie her to the bed posts. I will be up late when I am ready for her.” Jastira was very much not looking forward to her wedding night with her new husband as she continued worshipping the feet of her new daughter-in-law.

(End of Part 14, to be continued...)