Slaves Ch3

Six women surrounded the torture table to which the boy was strapped. His arms stretched out above his head. His legs spread with straps around the ankles and upper thighs. Straps below the abs and below the pecs, around the neck and around the forehead. A gag fixed into the table.

Their lovely young toy. Tightly in place and ready to be played with.

His cock had also been prepared, standing fully erect with a wire around the base and around the balls, attached through a loop at the foot of the table to keep the thing pointing up. Oiled with Elixir. The foreskin pulled up like a wrapper on a gift, concealing the most vulnerable, sensitive part of his body.

The dungeon air was chilly. The boy shivered in his binds. It could have been from cold and fear in equal measure. Fear, of course, was fully warranted. And once they began working on him in earnest, he would be sweating.

He was relatively fresh, abducted from his native land a couple of weeks ago. Sadly no virgins had been available at this time. Nothing beat torturing an untouched boy for the first time.

This one would have to do, though. And he would do nicely! He had a real nice body for someone so young: either he had been training for a warrior or then had worked in hard manual labor.

With nasty grins, the ladies started to trail their hands, their fingers, their nails, all around the naked flesh of their beautiful victim. Caressing, stroking, squeezing, pinching. Enjoying his reactions. His shaved, muscular body tensed at their touch and he whimpered softly into his gag.

Reesha ran her hand up the boy's thigh, raked her long nails across his smooth scrotum, then wrapped her fingers around his rock-hard cock. His breathing intensified as she squeezed the thick sex organ, sliding her hand up. Smiling, she peeled back the foreskin, and the boy twitched.

He then went all rigid, breathing in whimpers, as she began to play with the exposed head with the fingertips and nails of her other hand. Supremely sensitive!

After a while, she started to slowly stroke the oil-slick organ with both hands. The boy moaned.

He did have the perfect cock! Long enough for two hands to wrap around the shaft and thick so that it filled them nicely. A large head that was very well shaped, inviting to explore its dimensions.

Tonight the ladies would be exploring that beautiful cock very carefully. And very painfully! Those unforgiving restraints keeping him utterly helpless.

He might not have been a virgin, and had already been enjoyed by dozens of ladies, his cock mouth and ass used and abused in abandon. But he had not been properly tortured yet. He did not know how profoundly his sexuality could be violated and assaulted. Tonight he would begin to learn.

He was a in highly receptive state for such a lesson. As was usual with torture sessions, three kinds of Elixirs had been administered to him. The main kind to set up the state principal to the Art: a supreme sense of invasive arousal, mixed with a gripping sense of dread and much increased sensitivity everywhere in the body but especially in the erogenous zones. The second one, a variation of the first concoction, was there to increase penile sensitivity even further (it was, after all, largely the penis through which the boy suffered for his owners: the center of his sexuality and therefore his soul). The third one, administered by rubbing it under his nostrils, was meant to keep him from passing out as the pain increasingly intensified. The boy was to feel in fullness whatever his mistresses intended for him.

Overall, the Elixirs served to generate a state of great (albeit greatly disturbing) involuntary arousal and sensitivity and vulnerability, in which all treatment he received became nothing but torture. Both physical and spiritual.

One purpose, though by far not the only one, of torture sessions was to make the boy fear them. He would do anything to not have to go through another, and so would serve to the best of his ability, even while enduring milder abuse. Gentler torment was still unpleasant, but preferable to the maximum pain and intensity of a proper session.

The even greater purpose of a torture session, of course, was to provide Mučenian noblewomen with lots of fun!

And fun they were going to have. Deelah joined Reesha in toying with the boy's cock. Jointly, their fingers probed all around its sensitive contours as he twitched and whimpered, the Elixir perverting the normally pleasurable feelings. Stroking. Brushing. Raking the glans with their nails. Both women with big smiles. The other ladies were caressing his beautiful tied-up body, pinching and rubbing his nipples, kneading his balls. All this attention increasing his already heightened responsiveness. Magnifying his sense of vulnerability and helplessness. Priming him for the pain to come.

And quite soon the ladies grew tired of teasing him and started to prepare for the proper proceedings. Eager to start hurting him.

A whipping was a typical way to start a session, so each went to choose a proper tool of one of the numerous different ones hanging on the walls of the torture chamber. Ashiahe attached metal clamps on the boy's nipples, joined by a chain. The boy cried as she roughly clamped each in place, then again as she yanked on the chain. Reesha had never seen a crueler smile on anyone that this lad, a wiry woman in her early sixties, had. The woman took a riding crop and started teasing the boy's pecs with it, while holding the chain taut. She tapped the stretched out nipples and he cried a soft, moaning cry.

Everyone with a whip now, they positioned themselves around their victim. He writhed and moaned nervously, as he could clearly see what was about to go down. But nothing could save him. Tightly restrained as he was, and surrounded by absolute sadists!

They teased his naked body with the whips, letting tension grow. He whimpered anxiously. They grinned. They giggled.

And then the whips started singing.

Smacks and cries and laughs filled the chilly dungeon. The boy struggling hopelessly as the whips kissed him all over. His chest. His belly. His legs. His arms. Even his feet. The most conspicuous part left unwhipped were his genitals.

The boy was such a beautiful sight, restrained helpless and in pain (such a sight always was)! Reesha could feel her cunt getting wet as she watched him twitch and struggle, listening to his cries. His lovely young body all tensed muscle. And that juicy cock sticking up helplessly, awaiting its turn. So big. So hard. So vulnerable! So inviting!

After putting some nice red stripes on his exotically light skin, the women stopped. They then congregated around his yet spared genitals. That part of him needed special focus. Only Ashiahe remained responsible of his nipples.

Deelah and Reesha caressed his genitalia with their riding crops. His hips jerked cutely, as if he really thought he could move from harm's way!

Harm begun, and leather started smacking against his cock and balls. Five whips swatting mercilessly, finding every inch of his most sensitive parts. His oh-so-arousing reactions! The cock impressively large, twitching as the whips struck it again and again, the shaft and the head, turning them rosy. They took little pauses to playfully stroke it, that too getting increasingly more painful.

His genitals had been whipped before, so this was not yet a wholly novel experience for him. But of course they were just warming up.

Speaking of warming up, after some ten minutes of whipping, it was time for him to feel some heat!

Amellah went over to the side table and started lighting candles. The small woman smiled as she lit them and handed them out one by one. She took the last one and joined the others around the table. They were specially made so that the wax burned extra-hot but so that it left minimal burns. Specifically meant for erotic torture play.

Without further ado, the ladies started dripping the wax all around his naked flesh. They giggled at his cute reactions. Once again, they left his genitals be. Then, when he was covered in crusted, beige wax, they took whips and started to remove the layer. Once he was clean, they did another round of wax. To jerking and crying. The Elixir and the powerful, involuntary state of arousal it caused increased dermal sensitivity all over the body, not merely in the genitals.

Once the second layer had been whipped off, the ladies all congregated around the said genitals with their candles. Bringing the candles above the cock and balls.

The candles tipped over in turns. They poured the wax from close distance so as to not cool too much before hitting, delivering maximum pain. He struggled and cried delightfully as the burning wax dripped all over the super-sensitive skin of the scrotum and the erect penis, the large cockhead getting the most attention. Into his gag he begged for them to stop in his own ridiculous language.

The ladies laughed. They had barely even begun to torture him!

Same as with the rest of him, then, they used their whips to remove the wax, then added another layer. Then a third. By the time they were done, his cock and balls were quite red indeed! And the lovely creature already on the verge of tears!

They took some time teasing him with their hands. Oiling his cock again, they played with it with hands, fingertips, nails. He breathed heavily, muscles tensed, making the adorable noises into his gag. Kept twitching sexily. The nipple clamps were removed and the nipples plucked and pinched. His balls and ass played with. The raw sensitivity from whips and wax exploited. Building up the sense of violation, of helplessness, and the artificial arousal. Building up for the next phase of the session.

With mean grins and laughs, the ladies toyed with their naked and strapped-down defenseless young victim. The proper torture yet ahead.

After some time of leisurely fun, they prepared to move on. Getting the tools for the next bit of fun.

It was time to do some iron work on the boy.

Ashiahe and Deelah grabbed pliers, Amellah a huge pair of tongs. Shiabelle took a studded iron cock at the end of a long handle. Reesha went for the main toy: the cock raper.

The cock raper was a simple yet elegant piece of torture equipment. Wooden handles which, when pressed together, tightened the cylinder-shaped iron jaws containing dozens of studs on the inside. The jaws, of course, closed around the cockhead. A long studded spike protruded in the middle, and was obviously meant to enter deep in the urethra. The toy would rape the cock from the inside and out, hence the name.

The only lady without a toy, Ezaria, went to sit by the boy's head, grabbing hard his luxurious hair and caressing his pretty face, while whispering in his ear what they were still going to do to him. Of course he did not understand a work, but the message was certain to go through.

Shiabelle lubricated the metal cock and then the boy's asshole. She then slowly inserted the cock while he groaned and twisted at the violating invasion. She bared her teeth in a grin at his fussing. Ashiahe and Deelah took hold of his nipples with the pliers, and Amellah caught both his his balls in the tongs. Reesha took a hold on the base of his penis and prepared the cock raper. It had been oiled in advance. She inserted the tip of the spike in his urethra and he jolted. She smilingly pressed the spike so that the jaws came to be level with the glans, then pressed the handles. The cock trapped inside. He shook and moaned as she did this.

The ladies traded grins. They began.

It was impossible to say which of the many violations he was experiencing all at once most caused his very intense reactions. As usual, it was probably the totality. But Reesha knew well that the cock raper alone would have been a profoundly displeasurable thing to experience. She moved the thing, squeezed firmly around the cock, up and down in a circular motion, the studs abusing the highly sensitive organ from within and without. Boys tended to cum quick having their cocks raped like this, and they tended to cum hard, and they tended to cum many times. And there was no doubt that such a cumming was a downright nasty experience! With no respite whatsoever. Multiple torturegasms in a row were commonplace in the dungeons. How that made them cry and fight their restraints!

Which was exactly what the boy was doing. Providing the women which such joy! He spasmed and shook and whimpered and cried. Nipples twisted by pliers, balls squeezed by the tongs, ass and cock raped. The ladies doing it laughing and taunting him as they worked. Arousal making them meaner and being mean making them more aroused. And he was helpless, so utterly helpless, as helpless as they were merciless.

Ezaria, a fistful of the boy's hair still grabbed tight, had her face pressed right next to his, every now and then providing him with a lick or a kiss or a nibble of the ear. As if she were making love to him. Her other hand was under her skirt and working hard, a look of pleasure on her face. She seemed to be having an orgasm, watching his anguish. Then, after a while, she took the hand from underneath her skirt. It was slick with fluids. She rubbed her fingers on his face, on his nostrils. Then, with a grin, she pinched his nose to cut the air. He struggled to breathe past his gag. The she let the nose go. And, after a while, pinched it again. Adding breath play to the torture. She continued this for some time.

It was fun to play with such a lovely, receptive victim. Yet, despite the intensity of the boy's reactions, he did not cum! That was surprising, and not even increasing the force with which Reesha was raping the cock did it.

Deelah handed her pliers over to Ezaria, who went to work on his reddened, swollen nipple. She kept periodically pinching the boy's nose shut, grinning at his great distress.

Deelah walked over to the side of the room and soon wheeled over the hefty electrical battery which they would be needing next. The woman's face shone with cruel happiness as she set the thing up, and soon a familiar humming sound enlivened the dungeon. The ladies all smiled wickedly at the machine's lovely purr. The sound of impending pain.

The air itself seemed to vibrate with hot anticipation.

Once the device was ready, the ladies put away their iron toys and grabbed electrodes in their place. The electrode was a long and thin, wood-handled metal stick with short metallic bristles at the tip, sort of looking like the small brush to paint your eyelashes with. Each lady got one, except for Ashiah and Amellah at the top and bottom of the table, who took two each.

Without preamble they started with some warm up. They touched the electrodes here and there on his body, drawing out cute jolts and yelps. They giggled. His muscles looked really hot as they flexed with his jerks.

They covered him all over with little sparks, entertaining themselves, before turning up the voltage and getting in their positions. Ezaria took the time to oil his cock with more of the sensitivity increasing Elixir.

Ashiahe got ready with her pair of electrodes, preparing to go for the boy's nipples, whereas Amellah was to use one of hers for his anus and the other one for his balls. Deelah, Ezaria, Shiabelle and Reesha, two on each side of the table, got to be in charge of the cock.

Deelah smiled with all her immaculate white teeth as she ran one long finger up the length of the penis. Nothing quite excited the woman like electric cock torture!

And as it happened, it was Reesha's favorite as well. The electric shock was such an exquisite source of pain! Incorporating aspects of burning, striking and piercing, yet it stood firmly on its own. She loved watching boys writhe under electro-treatment. Loved subjecting their cocks to it.

She licked her lips in anticipation, regarding the beautiful big organ poking up hard as a ramrod. Thick and long, with a head shaped like a battle helmet. Perfect. And so vulnerable! Striped and rosy after the whips and the wax and the raper. Just begging to be shocked.

"Alright, ladies," Deelah said, bringing her electrode right next to the glans. "Let's make him cum!"

Sparks in the dim light as they all went at him at once. His nipples, his balls, his anus, his cock.

The boy's muffled screaming and panicked, violent struggling as the electrodes touched his sensitive parts widened the grin on each lady's face. His sexy body convulsing as he fought his futile fight. His tortured cockhead swelling. He had never felt a pain like this before! You could see just how nothing in his young life had prepared him for the intensity of it. And he was utterly helpless against it. Yet he could stop struggling. Couldn't stop screaming for mercy.

It was adorable!

The ladies slowly moved the electrodes up and down and around, exploring the cock's contours with loving precision, the shaft and the head, covering every sensitive inch. His cries and struggles as their guide. He gave such good reaction! Greatly inspiring their work.

Elecricity to his nipples, balls and anus completed the treatment, creating a complete sense of violation. All main erogenous zones targeted. With the effects of Elixir, this sort of torture was the ultimate perversion of sexual experience. His body and mind in absolute confusion as to what was going on. His very soul in a state of terror! The Goddess was certainly smiling upon them now.

The ladies sure were smiling. Smiling and laughing, taking absolute delight in the suffering they caused the boy. He was theirs completely, his agony their delight! They drank up the beauty of it as he cried and screamed, and struggled and struggled and struggled and struggled

And then he came.

As far as sights went, Reesha found no other one as insanely erotic as a restrained beautiful young boy's helpless big, hard cock in pain, squirting out semen.

The boy cried into his gag and jerked madly as his electrified penis spat out jets of cum onto his sexy abs. He convulsed, muscles flexed. Taken over by a powerful torturegasm.

And the four ladies, of course, kept full attention of the electrodes on his cock, circling round and round the super sensitive large head, finding the best, most vulnerable spots. And he cried, and he involuntarily and violently fought his merciless binds to no avail.

And they laughed.

Then they increased the voltage.

A torturegasm was the single most intense experience you could have! The crowning jewel of the Art. With the Elixir, the mind and the body interpreted pain as something like pleasure, though not pleasurable in the least. What the orgasm was for pleasure the torturegasm was for pain: a culmination, a pinnacle, a peak. A typical torture session with a boy included several of them, and it was every lady's goal to induce as many as she could! The fun it was to give them, to watch and listen a boy in the throes of the merciless sensation!

After a while they inserted another electrode, one without the brush part, into his urethra. Amellah stuck one in his anus, so she could focus both in her hand on his balls.

It did not last long once they started anew that he came again! Convulsing madly. After having one torturegasm, his body started tending towards them, and having them became easier. And they became increasingly more intense!

If there was one thing torturing did it was to make you horny! Some minutes after his second cumming, Ashiahe notified the others that she could no longer wait. Her cunt needed attention. So they ceased the electro-torture, and the woman removed the boy's gag. He kept repeating some words, but those went ignored. Ashiahe dropped her skirt and rose on the table. She moved her cunt over the boy's face, grabbing his jaw and ordering him to open his mouth. Get his tongue out. The boy seemed to understand. And he refused.

In amused disbelief, Ashiahe stared at the boy's tight lips. Then she gave a nasty laugh, jumped off the table and grabbed one of the electrodes. She used her fingertips to forcefully keep open one of his eyes, bringing the electrode right close. She stopped just before touching it, giving him a significant look. He would not be the first slave blinded in this manner.

For a while the terrified boy seemed he was about to cry. Then he nodded capitulatingly. Ashiahe grinned, put away the electrode.

She rose onto the table again, spread out her labia and thrust her cunt aggressively on the boy's lips. He started working to the best of his ability in between sobs. Ashieahe tore at his hair with both hands as her hips ground back and forth. She had an expression of utter sadistic bliss on her weathered face as she savagely raped the mouth of this lovely thing four-and-a-half decades younger than her.

The others, of course, kept torturing him, although only mildly. They teased him by hand, playing with his nipples and genitals and raping his ass with fingers, whip-handles and candles. They whipped him softly and applied milder voltage of electricity to his cock and balls. If his eating was disrupted, Ashiahe handled him harshly, so he kept going as well as he could. She made him eat her for a good time, switching between her cunt and her asshole. She also took the time to force him to drink her piss. He hated that! And little wonder: the stuff was dark-yellow and foul smelling.

And when the old lady had cum a couple times, Ezaria took her turn. The rounded woman in her mid-fifties nearly choked the boy with her large labia and robust thighs. It didn't help him that the sadistically grinning lady kept pinching his nose closed even as he worked desperately. What a delightfully mean woman!

The teasing never stopped, the ladies endlessly busy hands tormenting his hypersensitive places. He spasmed, moaned and whimpered as they worked on him. They possessed him completely, fluent in the language of his defenseless naked body. Knew how to bring the best reactions. Most having tortured boys for as long as he'd been alive! Or longer.

The boy's tongue was inside Ezaria's ass when he came again, Deelah's skilful hands stroking his cock over the edge. He spasmed and whimpered as his cock surrendered in the woman's merciless grip, electricity having softened his resistance (not to mention having increased the painfulness of the treatment). The noises he made under Ezaria's wide buttocks during the post-orgasm torture gave everyone a good laugh. Deelah's long-nailed fingertips a most fiendish torture-device in themselves!

And once Ezaria was done orally raping the boy and no one else showed pressing need to do so, they reattached the gag to continue the proper torture. Reesha fetched the cock raper again, this time attaching a wire from the battery to the metal part. Electrifying the thing made it an even more fun toy! The other ladies took electrodes.

His reactions were delightful from the second the smiling Reesha touched the electrified tip of the raper to the opening of his urethra. They got no less intense as she rammed the rod deep in, closed the jaws and started working. Meanwhile the others attacked his nipples and different parts of his body. Amellah stuck one electrode in his ass, then another, then a third. She then continued to work his balls with two electrodes.

Torture-raped with electricity, the boy kept entertaining them with his priceless convulsing and crying. His genitals worked on, the other women used their electrons on his nipples, his arms, his fingers, and his toes. For a while, Amellah and Ashiahe touched theirs around his face and ears. Then they settled their focus on the nipples. All the while the cock balls and ass enjoyed steady attention.

And what do you know, soon he came again. Electricity - that's what had been missing the first time around! Of course, the way the Elixir worked, it was making him more prone to keep cumming. The intensity of the pain, of course, also played a part.

The electrified raper kept mercilessly attacking his cum-sensitive cock. Each thrust made Reesha feel closer to her own orgasm. Such was the joy of torturing his nice big organ.

And then she could no longer wait. She put away the raper and climbed onto the table. There was no friction whatsoever as she slipped the wonderfully shaped penis into her soaking cunt.

Digging her nails into his skin, she rode him savagely. He whimpered and writhed as she was ravishing his sore cock. His distress soon made her cum with explosive intensity.

The ladies each took turns raping him, cumming very easily and quickly, as they were all incredibly horny.

Afterwards, there was to be no respite for him. Shiabelle brought over a jar filled with long needles, set it at the foot of the torture table. She picked a needle, tried the tip on her finger with an evil grin. Her personal favorite method of torture, an affinity shared by her whole clan.

She went to pinch the tip of one of the boy's pecks in between her fingers so that the nipple was pushed upwards, and then stuck the needle through the pointy part. She gave a sadistic, breathy laugh at his muffled shrieking, then a giggle. One through, she repeated the procedure with the other nipple, with similar results. It took skill and experience to get them through so smoothly and to make it look so easy.

His nipples pierced, the ladies grabbed a needle each. Then congregated around his cock.

They stated with a little tease, poking the needles all over the juicy sex organ. The head, of course, was especially receptive, expanding as the sharp tips kept tapping all over it. The boy groaned and whimpered and squealed, his hips jerking and shaking. Oh he would soon cum again, should they keep this up!

But after a while of giggling at his reactions, they stopped. Giving him a little breather. He breathed pantingly, shifting about to the best of his ability. It was uncomfortable being strapped down tightly like that. It was so cute! He knew nothing yet of how uncomfortably he could be restrained during torture. But he had plenty of time to learn!

Then the grinning Reesha grabbed the cock and pressed her needle against the wide top of the glans.

She slowly pushed it in.

Muffled screams and heavy struggling were the natural reaction to the needle piercing the cockhead.

After, he was whimpering pathetically, repeating some word in his gag. Then it was Deelah's turn. The woman caught the head in the fingertips on one hand and with the other placed a needle on the underside, right by the slit, and pushed it through, giggling at his screaming and bucking. Amellah stuck hers through the underside of the corona on one side and Ezaria did the same on the other. Ashiahe and Shiabelle pierced the top side of the ridge. He fought as intensely each time, and so they did it slowly, savoringly.

Six needles through the cockhead, they examined their work with pleasure. The boy's chest heaved as he sobbed into his gag. He was shaking and covered in sweat. The women shared looks and laughed.

Grabbing more needles.

More needles were stuck though the crying boy's glans, slowly and deliberately, until it looked like a pin cushion. Afterwards, the boy was sobbing piteously, tears flowing down his cheeks. It was precious! The ladies chuckled at his agony.

There was still another layer of pain to add.

The ladies once again grabbed the electrodes. With the machine humming, they then started to touch the electrodes on the ends of the needles piercing his cock and his nipples. The metal leading the current into his flesh!

The gagged shrieking and struggling reached a new height at this latest torture! The electricity invading his sensitive areas, it must have felt to him like a fire was burning him from the inside, running from the top of his head to his toes, the center of it all being his lovely big cock. How the rock-hard organ swell up under what must have been phenomenal amount of pain! His reactions at least were of incredible intensity. The level of agony he was in was getting to be at a maximum level. He would have passed out already, but thanks to alchemy he got to enjoy every little bit of the pain!

He then came again.

The extremity of his torturegasmic convulsing was some of the most exquisite Reesha had ever had the pleasure to witness. She could feel an orgasm of her own wanting to come, but held it. She would yet draw this out!

Needless to say, the torture never ceased for a second. These were some of the most sadistic women in the realm, and that was saying a lot! They enjoyed every bit of his great anguish, the beauty of his sweaty, struggling muscular body. His keening so beautiful to the ears! He was losing his voice, and the hoarse whimpering was adorable.

With the Elixir, it was not only the pain to which the body responded sexually, but the supreme sense of helplessness from being tightly bound and relentlessly hurt. This then resulted as increased helplessness and sensitivity to pain which led to greater arousal and so forth and so on. Torturegasm would follow torturegasm as the session went on and on. The perverse loop, it was called.

The boy came again! Sixth time now, and twice just within minutes. There was no limit with Elixir. And the intensity only increased.

This boy was really good at being tortured! Not only was he obviously sensitive and good at reacting, he made it look so sexy! He would make a good pain toy one day, as many boys did after a couple of years as slaves.

A pain toy's only job was to be a receptacle of their owner's most unrestrained sadism. They no longer needed to serve, and so did not need to be preserved. As long as they kept reacting! It was the challenge of such toy's owner to keep his mind from breaking as long as possible, to keep from killing him. To have him alive and kicking for as long as possible. Typically, it wasn't that long! One tended to get carried away. Eventually, of course, torture would lead to his death. That was another skill: to draw out such death as long as possible! The Goddess favored you according to how much pain you were able to deliver.

After much pain delivered, the ladies put away the electrodes. They then relished in his squealing as they slowly pulled the needles out. Then they rubbed the cock with an ointment to close the little wounds. That hurt quite a bit as well, and the boy had his seventh torturegasm as they rubbed the ointment in. They laughed.

By now Reesha was beyond horny, and she climbed onto the cock again, riding it hard. Someone handed her a whip and she started swatting they boy's chest vigorously, closing her eyes in ecstasy. How wonderful his big hard cock felt inside her! How lovely his energy of subjugated agony!

While she enjoyed this pleasure beyond pleasures, her mind started devising a plan. She would pick him they boy from his cell first thing in the morning and have him as her personal slave for the whole day. Ride his sore cock so as to put him in tears. Make him use that pretty mouth for hours on end. No, she'd keep him for days! Share him with her friends of course. And, after a week, she'd take him back to the dungeons for another session! Yeah, that's what she would do.

Maybe he would end up as her personal pain toy. And then her personal sacrifice. Days or weeks of unrelenting pain and suffering until the release of death. Release into the hands of Goddess' demoness that was.

Then eternity of torture.

The Goddess was sure to bless Reesha for such a gift. In her heart, she was a very devout woman.

She had a mind-blowing, eye-blinding explosive orgasm, which immediately led to another one! The whip flew from her hand, and instead she dug her nails into his chest as she rode and rode and rode. She kept thrusting her hips back and forth until she finally could not take any more pleasure. As she opened her eyes the boy was bawling again. She grinned wide with happines. Feeling blessed.

Cunt dripping, she rose off and another lady took her place. Over to the side, a brazier was heating, hot irons sticking out. The torture was not over.

Them taking turns raping him was of course torture in itself, as they were far from gentle. His pain was now their only thrill. And in that thrill they were insatiable. And once the last lady was done with his cock, out came the irons.

The six women surrounded the table. Each with a hot iron. The boy was shivering, crying silently. His cock as hard as ever. They smiled. They reached out.

Hot iron touched skin.

The boy screamed.

The ladies laughed.

The torture went on.