Interlude: The Tale of Jastira: Part 15 – The Queen

A couple weeks had passed since the wedding. Jastira’s life had not changed much since she had transitioned from slave to “queen.” She had no more freedom. And she still spent her day’s being degraded and humiliated for the pleasure of the free citizens of the Oasis. The only difference was that Jastira now rarely left the palace. She was not sent out in the city to serve the citizens. She was not sent out on any labor details. Instead, almost every waking moment was spent in the palace. But she was still kept plenty busy. When the king or his daughter weren’t using her in some way, there were plenty of other officials, guards, or visitors or guests of the king in the palace that were all entitled to use her.

And at night, she no longer slept in the slave kennel with the other elves. Instead, she slept in the bed chambers of Gaviunus, normally on the floor, chained to the foot of his bed. But occasionally, she slept on the bed itself if he was feeling particularly generous or if he passed out while fucking her.

It meant that Jastira rarely got to see any of her slave sisters, unless they were sent to the palace to serve. She hoped that Issarel, Ghorza. and Dhenzuba were OK. When she did get to see them briefly, she cherished those moments, even if those moments were spent performing perverse sexual acts together for the entertainment of the free in the palace. When it came down to it, performing acts with one of her slave sisters was preferable to her than having to perform sexual acts with the men and women she knew intended to murder her when the time came. She realized that each time she saw her slave sisters, it might be her last. She had no idea how long the King planned to keep her as his queen before they decided to sacrifice her. And she never saw Dhenzuba long enough to ask her what she knew. Jastira was in a constant state of anxiety, fearing that any given day might be her last.

On this particular day, Jastira had actually been permitted to leave the palace. Though it was because she was leashed and Gaviunus had taken her by leash outside. Several guards followed closely behind, though they did not seem necessary. The citizenry of the Oasis seemed to love their king. He provided them safety from the orcs, a wealth of goods to keep them fed and happy, and all the slaves they wanted to use and abuse. As the king and his captive queen walked down the street, people called out praises to Gaviunus. They largely ignore Jastira, other than the occasional crude comment to Gaviunus about her fine tits or ass or enjoyable cunt. It was clear everyone still saw her as just another slave, even if she was technically queen. In fact, the only thing that now differentiated her from a typical slave was the golden collar she wore rather than an iron one. Gaviunus rarely allowed her to wear the crown she had worn on their wedding night. She was only permitted to wear it when he or someone else wanted her to adorn it when they fucked her, if they wanted to fuck a “queen.” By the way she was treated exactly the same, it was fairly transparent that she had only been made queen for some ulterior purpose. But Jastira had to play dumb, not able to reveal that she knew their plan to sacrifice her, so as not to endanger Dhenzuba for telling her. Or risk speeding up their timetable. Jastira prayed if she played ignorant that perhaps they would keep her around a little longer before they murdered her. She feared if they figured out she was aware of her fate, they might decide to kill her sooner.

Gaviunus moved through the streets, stopping often to talk to the citizenry that heaped praises on him. The man enjoyed being praised. But finally, they reached what was apparently his destination. At the edge of the city, near the front gate, was Enzorhan. He was in a small park that had been constructed and he was seated on a bench. Straddling him was a bound and gagged human woman. He had one hand on her thigh and the other under her ass, and he was pulling her up and down, so that she was bouncing up and down on his cock. Enzorhan grunted in pleasure and the bound woman cried out in angry protest into her gag as she was impaled by his cock and forced to ride him.

The woman still had on shreds of clothing and she was not yet collared or branded. Jastira surmised she was a new captive not yet processed into slavery. Jastira could see the anger, hatred, and defiance on the woman’s face. She had yet to be broken. Jastira remembered well her own defiance when she had been captured. And how quickly she had been broken and stripped of that defiance. She knew this woman would similarly break. By the time she left the dungeon she would be an obedient slave, striving to please the free of the Oasis so as to avoid worse abuse. It was inevitable, and Jastira hoped the woman did not suffer too much before she got to that point.

When Enzorhan saw Gaviunus approach he stopped bouncing the captive woman up and down on his cock and he gave a small bow of his head to the king. The woman fell limp on his lap and cried softly into her gag, overcome with humiliation or despair. Jastira pitied the poor woman but did not even dare make eye contact with her. Jastira just stared at the ground and remained quiet. “Your highness, greetings. I was just sampling one of our newest slaves,” Enzorhan said to the king.

“She looks fun,” Gaviunus said. “And hopefully one of the last human slaves we have to capture. Soon enough we will have plenty of elf cunts.” Gaviunus and Enzorhan gave knowing glances towards Jastira. Jastira fought back tears and lowered her head even more to try to hide them.

“Aye, soon enough,” Enzorhan said.

“I was wondering how soon, exactly,” Gaviunus replied.

Jastira’s heart started pounding in her chest as she awaited Enzorhan’s response. She realized she might be about to find out when she would die.

“Not too much longer, I would think,” Enzorhan replied. “I actually am departing the Oasis to oversee the opening of some new portals. But I shouldn’t be gone long. Perhaps only a day or two. When I get back, we can probably get started pretty soon.” He turned to Jastira. “I will miss you terribly, my Queen, during my absence. But when I return, the King and I have a special treat planned of you.” Gaviunus laughed.

Jastira almost threw up as she was overcome with nausea. A couple days. That was all she had had left. Her head started to spin and she almost collapsed. She wanted to start pleading and begging to be spared. But she didn’t want to reveal to Gaviunus or Enzorhan that she knew her fate.” She feared doing so would mean she would not even make it the two days before they killed her.

“Well, come back soon,” Gaviunus said. “And good luck with your mission. Oh, and enjoy the new slave.”

“I will indeed, your Highness,” Enzorhan said. He grabbed the captive’s hips and started bouncing her up and down on his cock again, earning new cries from the woman through her gag,

Gaviunus tugged at Jastira’s leash and she lurched forward. He started walking back to the palace. Jastira followed, tears pouring down her cheeks. She knew she likely had only had a couple more days left to live. Maybe even less.

………….

A couple more days had passed. Jastira had not slept a wink. She was unable to sleep with the constant, overbearing dread she felt. She knew Enzorhan would return soon. Neither Gaviunus, Aelina, nor anyone else in the palace noticed Jastira’s distressed state. Or they did and just didn’t care. Jastira knew they couldn’t care less about her wellbeing. And she had to assume with all the abuse they heaped on her, it would not be surprising that she was in such a state. If they even noticed her distress, they probably assumed it was from her normal treatment as a slave. But it was not the abused and degradation that had her in such a distraught state. It was the abrupt end to that treatment that she knew as soon coming.

That evening, the King threw a party at the palace. Jastira was now even more terrified than she had been for the prior two days. She feared the party was to celebrate the return of Enzorhan and her imminent brutal demise. It seemed the palace, and the citizenry of the Oasis in general, liked throwing parties and celebrations. There was not much else to do in the middle of a desert oasis when you had slaves to tend to your every need. But Jastira was in such a nervous state that she assumed this party was specifically about Enzorhan. She prayed she was wrong.

For the party, Jastira had been gagged and leashed. She was forced to crawl around and was led around on her leash by one of Gaviunus’s guards.

 

At the start of the party, the King had announced his queen was available to entertain any of the guests at the party. Her gag therefore came off frequently any time a man or woman wanted to use her mouth for their pleasure. She had spent the party sucking cock, and worshipping women’s asses, feet, and pussies. Or with her face pressed into the floor as some man fucked one of her orifices from behind. She could feel ample amounts of cum oozing from her orifices and down her thighs from her frequent use by the male guests at the party use. Whenever she was not being used by a guest, her eyes darted around nervously as she looked for Enzorhan to show up. She did not see him but it was a crowded party. She prayed he was still away. But even if he was gone, surely he would be here the next day. Or the day after. Jastira knew that her demise was imminent.

With her constant fear that she would soon be killed, all Jastira could do was try to focus on something else, and specifically the serving of the guests at the party. At the moment, Jastira had her face shoved down on the floor as she licked some woman’s feet. She felt herself actually savoring the moment. This was now what amounted to normalcy for her. And she dreaded the end to this normalcy. As she licked between the woman’s toes, she heard a voice behind her. It was Gaviunus. “Is my queen entertaining you well?” he asked.

The woman whose feet she was licking laughed. “Yes, your highness, very much so.”

“Good,” the King said laughing. “My queen sure does love selflessly serving her subjects.”

Then Jastira heard another voice. She recognized it as the voice of Gaviunus’s advisor, Chalinus. “Your highness, you asked for me?” he asked.

“Yes, any word on when Enzorhan will return? Has he sent word?” he asked.

“We have not received word, your highness,” Chalinus said.  “But it is not unusual for him to take a little longer than expected. When they are opening new portals, it means that they have to travel a good distance on foot to get to wherever the new portal will be. Of course, once the poral is opened, it is a quick return. So, I am sure he will be back soon.”

Jastira breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed she would get to live another day.

“Very well,” Gaviunus said, annoyance in his voice. “I am just eager to open the only portal that matters. Well, enjoy the party and the Queen everyone.” Jastira heard footsteps and she assumed Gaviunus had departed her vicinity. She continued worshipping the woman’s feet for a few more minutes.

Eventually, the woman was satisfied. She pulled her feet away from Jastira’s mouth and slipped them back into her shoes. She bent down and grabbed Jastira by the hair and yanked her head up. “I think you know what I want next, my queen.” she said and she hiked up her skirt.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jastira said. She pushed her face in between the woman’s thighs and began lapping at her sex. The woman began moaning loudly as Jastira pleasured her with her mouth and tongue. Jastira was quite the skilled pussy licker, especially thanks to Aelina’s frequent use of her and her demanding expectations. The woman was shuddering and shaking in no time as she orgasmed all over Jastira’s face. When the woman’s orgasm subsided, she pushed Jastira’s face away.

“Thank you, my Queen,” the woman said mockingly, and then she departed. The guard leaned down and shoved he gag back in Jastira’s mouth. Then he kicked at her to get her moving. Jastira started crawling as the guard led her through the party.

As they moved to the other side of the room, Jastira heard the crack of leather and a pained cry. She recognized the voice. It was Ghorza. As a few people moved aside, Jastira saw the young orc. She was in the corner of the room, chained up. A woman was whipping her over and over.

 Ghorza cried out and thrashed around every time the whip struck her flesh. She was covered in ugly red welts. It was clear this was not the first woman to whip her at the party.

There was a long line of people behind the woman, all eager to whip Ghorza as well. Jastira knew that Ghorza was frequently the target for more violent abuse than the typical sexual usage most slaves received. It was likely because she was an orc. Jastira knew that the orcs had terrorized the humans for centuries. Most of the people in the Oasis probably knew someone that had been killed or enslaved by an orc. Perhaps for many, a mother, daughter, wife, or sister.  In that sense, it was to be expected that an orc slave would be the target for abuse as people sought vengeance.

But in Jastira’s mind, these particular humans had lost all moral high ground by the vile way they treated those they had cruelly enslaved. They were no better than the cruelest of orcs. And beside that, Ghorza, a young female, was certainly innocent of the transgressions of the orcs. She had not participated in the slaughter or enslavement of humans Jastira assumed. But that mattered not to the citizens of the Oasis. So, while most of the slaves in the party were serving sexually, poor Ghorza was chained up to a whipping post be harshly abused. Jastira and Ghorza briefly made eye contact. For a split second, the pain on Ghorza’s face disappeared and she gave Jastira a warm, affectionate glance. Then the whip struck Ghorza across her breast and she lifted up her head and cried out in pain.

Jastira looked away. It was hard for her to see Ghorza like that. And she wondered if this would be the last time she ever saw her slave sister. The guard nudged Jastira with her foot again and Jastira started to crawl again, away from Ghorza. She hoped that eventually the people would tire of whipping Ghorza or that the party would end and Ghorza’s ordeal would be over and she could rest for the night.

As Jastira moved through the room, she next saw Dhenzuba. The dark elf was on her knees, sandwiched between two soldiers one who was thrusting into her ass from behind and the other who was fucking her mouth. The man thrusting into her mouth groaned loudly as he ejaculated, splashing Dhenzuba’s face with his cum.

The man let go of Dhenzuba’s head and walked off. The man fucking her ass continued thrusting into her. A new man stepped up and grabbed Dhenzuba’s hair. Dhenzuba knew what was expected of her and she opened her mouth wide. Soon she as getting pounded from both ends again.

Jastira wanted to make eye contact with her slave sister and make some final connection with her, but the guard kicked at Jastira and tugged at her leash and Jastira was forced to keep crawling. She resumed servicing various guests at the party.

An hour or so passed. But then finally, Jastira saw the third of her slave sisters that she had wished to see before the end came for her. The one she had wanted to see most, her friend Issarel. Issarel was leashed and gagged just like her, being led around by a man.

The guard also spotted Issarel and he led Jastira over to her. “Hey slut, wasn’t this one of the elf maiden friends who was looking for the cult with you?” Jastira nodded through her gag. “Well now look at you both. Two leashed animals,” the guard said. Issarel and Jastira made eye contact. They could not smile with their gags but they exchanged a warm glance. Issarel tried to give Jastira a comforting look, but Jastira could see the sadness in her eyes. She figured that Issarel knew that this might be the last they saw each other. The guard reached down and removed Jastira’s gag. “Well go on, greet your friend,” he said, nudging Jastira’s ass with his foot to urge her forward. Smirking, the man who was leading Issarel bent down and removed Issarels gag as Jastira crawled over to her.

Their mouths now free, Jastira knew what was expected of her and she pressed her mouth to Issarel’s and the two slaves began kissing passionately, their lips locked, their tongues darting into each other’s mouths. Jastira closed her eyes. She actually treasured this intimate moment with her slave sister. She was not only kissing Issarel because she had been commanded to do so. Or to entertain the free of the Oasis. She had been close with Issarel before they had gone on their quest and been captured and enslaved. She had grown even closer to Issarel during their slavery in the Oasis. This was the only chance she would get to share one last intimate moment with her friend. It was a final goodbye.

“Oh, you can greet each other better than that, sluts,” the guard said.

Issarel pulled her lips from Jastira’s. She fell back onto her side. Jastira knew what she was positioning for and what the men wanted. Jastira shifted her own position so that she was on her side, head to toe with Issarel. As soon as she did, Issarel raised her upper leg into the air so that her pussy was exposed. Jastira pushed her head in between Issarel’s parted thighs and moved her mouth towards her glistening sex. She could smell the strong musky scent of Issarel’s arousal. Jastira planed a few soft, affectionate kisses on Issarel’s inner thighs before she moved her mouth to her sex. Jastira licked her with the lip of her tongue along the whole length of her slit. Jastira heard Issarel moan and then Issarel’s face pushed in between Jastira’s thighs. Issarel’s tongue began stroking gently at the folds of Jastira’s pussy. Jastira moaned as her own tongue slid along Issarel’s luscious pink folds. The two elf maidens eagerly pressed their mouths onto each other’s pussies and licked away, while a crowd above them eagerly watched.

But Jastira was oblivious to the audience. She was focused solely on this intimate moment with her friend. She pulled Issarel’s pussy tight against her face, and licked it ravenously, her tongue dipping into Issarel’s hot, slick cunt. Jastira eagerly licked her as Issarel’s sweet juices flowed out, flooding her mouth. The taste of Issarel’s arousal filling her mouth spurred her on further and she licked more eagerly. Issarel returned the favor. Jastira gasped and arched her back as she felt Issarel start flicking her tongue against her aching clit. It felt so good and Jastira struggled to concentrate on giving her friend pleasure at the same time.

As Jastira licked away, she also tasted the stale cum of the numerous men that had recently fucked Issarel but she didn’t mind at all as she devoured her friend’s pussy. She was used to the taste of all sex fluids and as she licked way the taste of men’s cum diminished and the taste of aroused pussy increased in intensity.

As Issarel teased Jastira’s clit with her tongue, Jastira did the same, wrapping her lips around Issarel’s hard, erect clit and sucking on it, then flicking her tongue against it, over and over. Both slaves continued moaning as they ate each other.

Jastira moved her tongue back down and began to slide it up and down Issarel’s slit. Issarel copied Jastira and the two slaves started writhing around in ecstasy as they moaned and gasped into each other’s pussies. Their frenzy increased as they licked each other. Jastira felt Issarel’s pussy twitching around her tongue and her juices flowed more copiously, drenching Jastira’s face. She knew her own pussy was doing the same to Issarel. Jastira moved her mouth back to Issarel’s clit, spreading her pussy lips apart with her hand and pushing her tongue in to lap at her pulsing clit. Issarel in turn wrapped her mouth around Jastira’s throbbing clit and her tongue stroked up and down it.

It was too much for Jastira. She felt her belly begin to convulse and then she exploded in orgasm, shaking wildly and crying out in ecstasy. She moaned and gasped and cried out as the intense orgasm washed over her. An instant later, Issarel exploded in orgasm, splashing Jastira’s face with a fresh gush of juices. The orgasms tore through the two slaves and their bodies bucked against each other. The two elf maidens’ orgasmic cries echoed through the room as their bodies writhed and shuddered together in ecstasy.

When her orgasm finally subsided, Jastira panted, trying to catch her breath. She kept her mouth pressed against Issarel’s slick pussy. She never wanted this moment to end. She no longer found these acts degrading and humiliating in the slightest. She treasured these moments with her dear slave sister. She enjoyed giving each other pleasure. She didn’t want these intimate moments to end. She would have been happy at times serving as slaves with her friends, even if much of her life was filled with abuse and humiliation by the free of the Oasis. And she didn’t want to die. Jastira cried softly as the guard reached down and pulled her away from Issarel. The gag went back in her mouth. She shared a quick, tender glance at her friend before the leash was yanked and she was forced to crawl away, so that she could continue servicing and entertaining the guests at the party. She knew this was likely the last time she would ever see Issarel.

(End of Part 15, to be continued...)