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“What have you done?” Alarae gasped as Lord Balok walked away. “Are you mad? Do you have any idea what you have asked for?” She yanked hard on the rope and Talli groaned as the phallus finally came out of her dripping, sore sex.
Talli let out a soft moan and closed her eyes. “I may get to see that elf girl get tortured.”
Alarae shook her head. “You will not see anyone but Lord Balok and me! The trials of the Path of Strength are hard! Harsh even. You think you have suffered and overcome, but you have no true idea of what real torment is like!” She lowered the frame down onto the ground and began freeing Talli’s ankles, then legs. Finally Talli’s arms were loosened and the human girl sat up.
“I’m fine,” she said, running her hands over her arms gingerly. “That was, what… five orgasms?”
Alarae shook her head. “You are crazy.” She licked her lips. “Come. You wish to test yourself against an elven girl, then come.”
Talli slowly got to her feet. “That’s what I have been doing. Cumming.”
“So, how… how am I doing?” Talli asked as Alarae led her across the testing hall. Talli glanced up and down the hall, only to see Beatrice being led away from the Trial of Obedience. She was trembling and seemed totally unaware of Talli.
Alarae tugged on Talli’s arm. “I am unsure how to answer your question,” she said quietly. “You have completed the trials faster than any human I have ever met,” Alarae said accusingly. “Your fellow slave girls aren’t even a quarter of the way through.”
Talli blinked, looking up at the elf girl and licked her lips. “Is that a bad thing?”
“No one has orgasmed in all the trials. Ever.” Alarae grimaced and gave Talli a worried look. “You have evidently earned the right to walk the Path of Strength.”
Talli let out a weak laugh. “Told ya,” she said. “So what’s first?”
Alarae moved her to one niche Talli had noticed before. It was dark and strange looking vines seemed to be planted on either side of a wooden bench. “Lord Balok said to take you to the Trial of Thorns,” Alarae said sadly. “It… would not be my first choice of trials on this path.” She helped Talli sit down. “Lay back on the bench and relax. As much as you can.”
Talli glanced around, but lowered herself down immediately. She couldn’t even see the top of the niche, only a canopy of leaves. “Now what?” She asked Alarae.
Alarae took a deep breath. “Now you will suffer. And perhaps, if you are lucky, cum again.”
Before Talli could even reply, something grabbed her left wrist. With a cry of alarm, she pulled against it, only to find her other limbs being grasped and yanked outward. Vines from the various sides of the niche had reached out and snagged her, tugging her open. Alarae was already backing away cautiously as Talli felt herself restrained. Then a vine looped itself around her throat, binding her directly to the bench. For a second, she panicked, half afraid that she was going to be choked, but except for a mild tightness, the vines didn’t cut off her airway. She kicked her feet, but even that movement was denied a second later.
Then she felt something touch her flower, spreading open the petals of her sex. Talli gasped, unable to move as she was penetrated, a thick, pulsing, slick feeling probe sliding into her body. But despite the restrictive situation, she groaned with pleasure as it went in, satisfying her body’s urge to be filled. It was almost as thick as Florentino’s cock and it began pumping in and out of her sex with strange undulations unlike anything she had ever felt before.
“Oh gods, yes!” Talli whimpered. Despite her multiple orgasms before, she ripened quickly, the pressures inside her doubling and then tripling. More vines began crawling over her body. Talli’s breasts were suddenly encased, the soft flesh bulging as the vines tightened around the base of each globe. Strands of vegetation crossed over her nipples, tiny tendrils teasing the tender tips. Talli couldn’t help herself and began tightening down on the probe inside her.
“Oh gods…” she groaned lustily. “I’m so close!” That was when she felt the first sharpness.
“Ow!” She yelped in surprise, lifting her head to look at her breast. Her right nipple stung, though she couldn’t see anything through the bundle of vines that seemed to have curled over and around the tip of her breast. “Oww!” she exclaimed again, eyes widening. She grimaced as something stabbed her nipple a third time.
Prickling sensations erupted all over her body. Along her wrists and up her arms, sharp little pins seemed to be digging into her flesh. Around both breasts, the same sensation seemed to pierce her skin. Then came an agonizing moment when her already pierced nipples were punctured, tiny thorns growing and jabbing the already tender, freshly whipped tips. Talli squealed, shaking, and the tingling sting crawled up her legs from her ankles, straight toward her sex. Talli’s back arched and she screamed as the first prickling moved between her thighs and onto the petals of her flower.
“Owww! OWWWIE!”
The thick phallus inside her slammed deep and for a moment, Talli’s vision went white as she felt the spikes extrude from the thing inside her. They dug into her sex, but shallowly enough that it felt more like a burrowing poke, than being torn. Then the spikes on the phallus retracted, it pulled out completely, though she certainly still felt the surrounding vines press against her labia and clit. Another spike stabbed the sensitive nub at the top of her slit, stinging and burning as the slick phallus punched deep into her body again. Talli cried out, then gasped as a second probe pushed into her bottom.
Pain and pleasure washed over the human girl as she thrashed upon the bench, her body covered with piercing vines. The areas affected the most were her breasts and loins and only the energetic thrusts of the vine’s phallic probes kept her from retreating into the pain. But it was worse than that too. Each time she thought she was going to cum, the sharp thorns would pierce deeper into her skin to send shards of pain racing through her nipples, clit, bottom, and sex. Almost as if the plant itself didn’t want her cumming. She gasped, struggling and fighting, thrusting upward as the two vines continued to fuck her stupid. Standing nearby was Alarae, watching sadly as Talli suffered.
But then Talli took a deep breath. She held it, then slowly let it out. In her mind, she fled the pain, and even the pleasure. She found the dark, cold spot she’d been ignoring, tracing back the little line of power that ran to it. For the first time, she touched it, explored it, and when she dared to plunge herself into it, her body stiffened. Power surged through her for a second and she found herself back on the bench, screaming. Fluids exploded from her sex and the orgasm hammered itself through her body. Alarae’s eyes were wide and then the vines let Talli go, retreating instantly at the moment of orgasmic release.
Talli sucked in a breath and then closed her eyes with a shudder. Already the power was disappearing, going back to that cold, dark place, but a slightly hysterical laugh escaped her lips. She lay there a moment, her bare little feet on the ground, until Alarae leaned over her.
“You are the first human to have endured the Vayindral Vine.” She paused. “Not many elven girls cum from it.”
Talli lay there panting. “That was intense and I’d rather not do it again,” she said, catching her breath.
Alarae’s eyes softened. “I too found the Vayindral to be… uncomfortable.” She pulled Talli upright and the two women looked at each other. “The next trial is worse,” she said softly.
Talli bit her lip. “Like how worse?”
Alarae took Talli’s hand and began walking her toward a new niche. “The Trial of Acceptance can be even more painful than the trial of thorns, if you are not prepared.”
“Like… lubrication?” Talli asked as Alarae turned her left but didn’t respond otherwise. Talli looked around the beautiful half-elf girl only to see an intricate metal and wooden stool, positioned in the middle of the niche. Strange symbols were etched into the floor, circling the stool itself. Alarae pushed Talli closer and as the human girl’s bare little feet crossed the inscribed runes, she felt a shudder as goosebumps raised along her arms and down her sides. The seat of the stool was curved, as if it had been formed by someone sitting in it, though it was still inordinately small.
“That,” Talli said suspiciously, “does not look comfortable.”
The corners of Alarae’s mouth curled, as if she were trying not to smile. Instead, she grabbed Talli’s right wrist, snagging the black leather cuff she was wearing, and connected it to the matching cuff on her other arm. Talli’s breasts were thrust forward as her hands were bound behind her back. Then Alarae forced Talli backward, onto the seat. Talli felt it bump against her thighs and she spread her legs until the narrow platform was beneath her.
“Stay in position,” Alarae warned, dropping down onto one knee. Talli nodded, a ripple of both excitement and trepidation running through her.
“So… um… why is this called the Trial of Acceptance?” Talli asked, trying to sound positive. She glanced down, realizing that Alarae was securing her ankles to the post of the stool. Talli went up on tiptoe, but almost lost her balance. Alarae seemed to be expecting it, placing a hand on Talli’s sex, catching her and pushing her back straight.
“Oof,” Talli grunted, only to gasp as Alarae’s fingers slid through her slit. “Oohhh,” she groaned. “Yessss…”
Alarae stood up, pulling her hand away. “As much as we both wish it, you must endure something else.” She leaned forward and gave Talli a kiss that surprised the human girl. Then Alarae turned her back on Talli and went behind her.
“Endure what else?” Talli asked, twisting, trying to see where the elf-girl went. Alarae was at some sort of cabinet, pulling out a jar, the end of a small brush sticking out of it. Alarae came back around, the container in one hand, the brush in the other. Without a word, Alarae’s eyes locked on Talli’s right breast. The brush came out and Talli sucked in a breath, expecting Alarae to paint her pierced nipple. Instead, the elf-girl quickly drew a simple rune on either side of the soft, pink, metal-pierced tip.
“Is that supposed to mean something?” Talli asked as Alarae moved to the other side of Talli’s exposed chest. A second set of runes, again positioned on the left and right of Talli’s nub, were drawn.
“They are translation points,” Alarae said simply. She moved downward, drawing another set of runes on Talli’s tummy.
“Translation points?” Talli asked.
Alarae nodded. “They will distract you. Do not let them.”
Talli gulped. “Actually, I’m rather easily distracted,” she admitted. “Anything sex related pretty much makes my brain turn off and… ooohhh!” Talli gasped when the brush tickled her loins, on either side of the apex of her sex. “That tickles!” Talli exclaimed as Alarae moved the brush even further downward. More runes were drawn on her thighs, her calves, and then Alarae ordered her to stand on tiptoe. Talli rose up, the edge of the seat pressed to the backs of her thighs as Alarae quickly drew more symbols on the balls and heels of her feet.
“Should I sit back down?” Talli asked as Alarae moved behind her.
“Not yet,” Alarae instructed. The brush danced across Talli’s buttocks, the backs of her thighs, and then the insides of her elbows. Finally, Alarae moved away, putting up the brush and jar. When she moved in front of Talli, she was outside the circle of inscriptions on the floor.
“You will sit now. Remember, you must accept.”
Talli’s eyebrow went up and she lowered herself down onto the stool. The ridge in the center actually pressed up into her crotch. “This seat is not comfortable,” she said ruefully, shifting back and forth. She kept her toes pointed, barely touching the floor, until she found the sweet spot and she settled down. The smooth sides of the seat cupped her buttocks and she found that after a moment, the ridge didn’t seem quite so bad. In fact, it sort of opened her up somewhat. Talli wriggled slightly and then looked up at Alarae. “What’s supposed to happen n…” she began to say, only to let out a little cry of surprise, her weight once more immediately transferred to her toes.
“What was that?” She exclaimed, trying to twist around and look beneath her at the seat, but with her ankles secured to the stool’s post, she was unable to get a look.
Alarae gave her an amused look. “Sit and accept. If you do not, there will be consequences.”
Talli blinked and then pursed her lips. Slowly she sat back down, once more feeling the ridge slip into the crack of her bottom and even part the petals of her sex. “What sort of consequences?” She asked as she settled again. She felt the movement beneath her and this time remained seated. Something rippled just beneath her sex, rising up slightly. It pressed an inch into her pussy, just enough for her to let out a soft groan. Her hips rocked involuntarily, a purely physical response and she let out a passionate groan.
“Oh yes,” Talli said breathlessly, eyes closing as the strange lump dipped into her hot wetness. “Right there…” It felt… good. But then the nodule growing in the seat shifted. It moved, not deeper, or forward into her sex, but backward, over her perineum and Talli tightened instinctively as the bump rose toward the tiny star of her ass. It pressed upward and Talli tolerated it for a moment, before once more pressing down with her feet, lifting up from the seat.
“Wrong hole! Wrong hole!” She exclaimed, standing up. But then, even as her weight was transferred to her feet, a whole new sensation began rippling through her. It started along her soles, a slight sliver that almost tickled as the arches of each foot tightened and released. Matching sensations exploded on the backs of her legs, on each calf, then on the backs of her thighs. Talli quivered as the strange, crawling, tingling, tightening moved to her inner thighs, just below her sex, then transferred upward to her loins.
“Oh gods!” Talli squealed as the sensation seemed to cause her clitoris to contract, pull, and then swell, which she had to admit was not a bad feeling at all! But then her abdomen contracted, then each nipple, tightening into stiff peaks. Finally the insides of her elbows erupted into the same tingling. Talli’s chest sucked in a breath and she looked up at Alarae with shock. Which is when the sensation started again, once more shooting across the arches of her feet.
Talli closed her eyes as the strange feeling swirled up over her body several times. Eacj one made her gasp and quiver and she let it repeat, relishing the way it caused her clitoris and nipples to tingle and tighten. She couldn’t describe the sensation. It was as if energy was flowing across her skin, causing the underlying muscles to contract and release. It tickled too, but right on the edge, as if someone were drawing the tip of a knife across her skin, so softly that the edge couldn’t quite cut her. But then, she realized that the feeling changed. It had intensified.
“Ohhh,” Talli blurted out, glancing down with a touch of surprise. She lifted her right foot with interest, twisting her toes. Now the tingling had become a tightening. Not painful, but definitely more rigorous. It moved upward, across the back of her calves, then her thighs, and onto her bottom. She let out a passionate groan as it touched her clitoris, the sensation overwhelmingly pleasurable, feeling as if someone had gently snagged the tender little nub and twisted it a few degrees back and forth. That felt even more incredible and when the same light pinching sensation got to the tips of her breasts, Talli felt herself ripening, mouth open, with fresh need coursing through her.
“Acceptance!” She breathed, eyes lighting on Alarae, who looked somewhat disgruntled.
The elf girl shook her head. “You need to sit on the stool. Before it starts to hurt.”
Talli took a deep breath as another round of those deliciously naughty pinches shot up along her body. She almost didn’t notice that they became just a little stronger. “What?” She said, blinking. “Oh. Sit. Right.”
She put her weight back on the seat and she felt the ridge settle between the cheeks of her bottom, digging into her pussy and ass. Again, the arches of each foot rippled, the magical energy coursing across the surface of her skin. Except this time the strength of the power didn’t increase, as if sitting had stopped it from intensifying. Talli closed her eyes, wishing her hands were free so that she could touch herself, but the light pinching continued up her body, right to her nipples and between that, and what was happening to the seat, she moaned passionately. The nodule along the ridge began pushing, first moving into her sex, but then sliding backward toward Talli’s bottom. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and relaxed.
“Acceptance,” she whispered.
The probe entered her backdoor. It wasn’t hard, nor was it soft, but it was definitely firm and it seemed to get bigger as more and more of it slid into Talli’s ass. She let out a groan, trying not to squeeze. It began pulsing, swelling even and Talli looked at Alarae and gulped.
“I see what you mean,” she panted. “About acceptance.” Even as she spoke, the anal probe began moving inside her. Not a rapid vibration, but surging in size, then shrinking. It was as if she were being fucked. She felt her legs tremble. “That would… that would feel great… in the other… hole,” she whimpered.
Alarae nodded sympathetically. “Accept.”
Talli looked up at the elf girl. “You keep saying that. But I don’t know what you mean!” The pressure in her bottom increased and once more Talli jumped up off the stool, looking down. “Jeeze! Even Florentino is more gentle than that thing!” But even as she said it, the strange crawling, tingling sensation on the bottoms of her feet, her calves, across the top of her slit, belly, breasts, and arms intensified. Now it felt like prickles, as if tiny sharp pins were being pressed into her flesh. She winced, then quivered, slightly confused. The cycle repeated, getting slightly worse and she went up on tiptoe, dancing slightly.
The sensation was definitely uncomfortable on her feet, calves, belly and arms, but created a very different sort of response across her clitoris and nipples. The prickling actually felt… good. A third cycle began and only then did Talli realize what was happening. Talli’s eyes widened as she began to understand that each run was increasing in power. Already, the bottoms of her feet were beginning to actually hurt. And it was getting worse.
Acceptance.
Talli sat down.
Once more the probe in the seat moved beneath her, swirling first through the opening to her pussy, but then sliding backward. She clenched her teeth as another series of tingling, caustic tightening ran up her body, but she realized as the probe once more found her ass, that at least the power hadn’t increased. She stiffened as something began pressing into her bottom and once more she tightened involuntarily. Acute discomfort shot through her ass and Talli sucked in a breath, closing her eyes.
“It’s sort of like Florentino,” she whispered. “Fucking my bottom. Accept it, Talli. Relax.” And slowly she loosened herself.
Talli was not unaccustomed to anal sex, though admittedly it wasn’t something she preferred. Still, the number of different enchanted plugs she’d had inserted into her rump over the years, along with the occasional backdoor tryst with Florentino, had at least made the act into something non-painful. Still, it took a certain mindset and she had to focus on staying relaxed, which wasn’t easy as the pinching tightness continued to ripple its way up from her feet to her breasts.
The probe thickened and rose, pulsing and Talli accepted it. Slowly it expanded, rippling in her ass, until it was easily the same size as the rock giant’s cock. It began pumping, making Talli groan. Alarae looked down at her, one eyebrow arched.
“See?” Talli panted. “Accepting. All the way up my ass.”
“You are accustomed to this kind of sex?”
Talli shifted left and right, wincing slightly. “Sort of. Yes. I’ve had to wear different plugs. There’s this rock giant who likes to buttfuck me on occasion.”
Alarae grimaced with distaste. “As a slave, it is not our prerogative to choose whom our masters wish us to copulate with. But I can’t imagine a worse ignominy.” She shook her head. “It is good that you are familiar with such width and length though.”
“Why?” Talli grunted, still rocking her hips. But even as she said it, the probe in her bottom seemed to get even bigger. “Aaahh!” Talli wailed, half rising from the seat.
“No! Do not…” Alarae warned, but it was too late. The second Talli’s feet pressed downward, the arches of her feet seemed to burn. Talli squealed, yanking her feet upward, putting all her weight on the stool and the thick phallus penetrating her ass. But then her calves burned with the same heat, followed by the backs of her thighs, the soft, inner part of her legs below her sex, then her clit. The sensitive nub at the apex of her sex seemed to burn, as if someone had grabbed the tiny nub and twisted it tightly. Her buttocks rippled with the contraction of her muscles as a caustic, stinging pain shot across her bottom. Then her belly quivered, followed by the tips of her breasts.
Talli pulled hard on the cuffs holding her arms behind her back, clenching her teeth. The phallus in her ass pulsed hard, thrusting up even deeper, just as another cycle of stinging pain and tightness began at the arches of her feet, moving upward.
“You must accept,” Alarae insisted.
“It’s… it’s… so big!” Talli groaned, realizing that the anal phallus in her bottom was now larger than Florentino’s cock. And thicker. Worse, it wasn’t just moving up and down, but twisting inside her as well, corkscrewing around as if she were a butterchurn.
“It doesn’t matter. You must accept. If you do not, the pain will only grow!”
“Will… will… it tear me?” Talli whimpered fearfully, her legs trembling.
Alarae frowned. “No, but you must accept.”
Talli gulped and nodded, her face showing the strain. Alarae could see ripples in the girl’s abdomen from where the massive anal probe was pressing up into her. Talli bit her lip, closing her eyes, her entire body trembling, but at least she kept her feet up off the ground. She took several labored breaths, but then let out a soft, almost passionate groan. The half-elven girl standing over Talli blinked in surprise as Talli’s hips seemed to roll, almost in time with the phallic thrusts.
“Yesss…” Talli hissed. “Give it to me Florentino. Right there…” she whimpered. Her entire body began shifting and rolling, working and rocking with the thrusting rod buried in her butt. Alarae’s mouth dropped, but the Talli did something unthinkable. She thrust her feet downward, putting her toes on the floor, and lifted herself up.
“No! Do not!” Alarae blurted out, only to watch with alarm as Talli let herself drop fast and hard, before the anal phallus had retracted from her bottom. She let out a little squeal as she moved in time with the seat, only to do it again. Alarae shook her head. “No! No Talli! Not like that! The energy transfers will interpret that as touches! The pain will increase!”
Talli’s eyes snapped open and she gasped. “I… I… know!” She squealed, a mix of ecstasy and agony on her face. She did it again, touching her toes to the floor. “It… feels… on… my… clit!” She clenched her teeth together and let out a wail, except… she bounced once more, touching her feet to the floor, just long enough to increase the pain before crashing back down on the impaling rod.
Alarae stood there, a mix of horror and fascination on her face. She shook her head. No one had ever attempted to do what Talli was doing! The human girl bounced and quivered and then, with a violent scream, threw her head back as the orgasmic fluids exploded from her pussy. She landed hard, solidly impaled, accepting every inch of the huge phallus, only to slump forward, pitching wildly as Alarae caught her.
Talli let out a soft whimper as the thing in her ass retracted, leaving her feeling open and empty. She breathed hard, her head against Alarae’s breasts and she let out a slightly hysterical laugh.
“You have passed the Trial of Acceptance,” Alarae whispered. “I wish you had not.”
Talli looked up from Alarae’s exposed nipple, her thoughts going from wanting to suck on the sweet little pink bump to staring up at the beautiful woman’s face. “Why?” She asked, still a little tired from the latest orgasm.
“Because the next station is the Trial of Agony.”
Talli closed her eyes. “I’ve suffered through all of your trials so far. What’s one more?” She asked softly. She pushed up from Alarae and stood there. She felt a wave of exhaustion hit her and for a moment, she swayed. But then something inside her surged, an energy she wasn’t quite prepared to accept, at least consciously. Her back straightened as her stance shifted from supplication to endurance. Alarae noticed, totally confused as to where the human girl was getting her strength from. Then she shook her head.
“You haven’t,” she replied simply.
“Haven’t what?” Talli asked, her voice becoming even steadier.
“Suffered,” Alarae answered calmly. She took Talli’s hand and pulled her along the hall until they entered a barely lit niche. Low red light seemed to emanate from above, illuminating a wooden post embedded in a raised stone dais. Talli’s eyes flickered to the iron rings embedded at different heights along the sides, but it was the series of holes drilled in the post from knee height to above her navel, that made her wonder.
“Mount the dais and raise your hands above your head,” Alarae ordered. Talli stepped up and lifted her arms. The taller elf girl climbed up behind the post and Talli felt a tug, pulling her upward so that she was forced to stand on tiptoe. There was a click as each of the leather manacles on her wrists were secured to the rings. Talli relaxed, but found herself still uncomfortably stretched, the arches of her feet exposed.
“I am sorry,” Alarae suddenly said softly. “It is only for a moment, though the alternative is not much better.” A clicking noise above her caused Talli to look up and suddenly she was lifted, pulled higher as her toes left the stone floor beneath her.
“Ohh!” Talli grunted, all of her weight hanging on her wrists. Talli kicked a bit, grimacing, as Alarae stepped down off the dais. The elf girl moved to a wooden chest, almost hidden in the corner, and opened it. Talli watched as Alarae drew out a triangular prism, one end carved into a peg-like insert.
“Oh,” Talli whimpered as Alarae brought the prism over and slid it between Talli’s dangling legs, into one of the holes just beneath Talli’s sex.
“You may not understand the coming torment…” began Alarae, only for Talli to shudder.
“Oh I understand it alright,” Talli blurted out. “I’ve ridden these before. But is it a horse? Or a pony?”
Alarae blinked. “I do not understand the question,” she said in confusion.
Talli looked straight at the elf girl, her face serious. “If it’s a wooden horse, my toes won’t touch the ground. All my weight will be on it. If it's a pony, my toes will help keep my weight off it and I’ll bounce.”
Alarae considered this, then nodded. She moved around to the back of the post and Talli felt the tension holding her up lighten. She was lowered down, wondering what she would feel first; the sharp, angular edge biting up into her sex, or the floor. She gasped, then sighed in relief as her toes found the stone beneath her. But then she dropped down lower, relieving the tension in her arches and calves, only to feel the wooden prism against her sex. It wasn’t sharp, but the edge was prominent and pressed directly into the soft crevasse between her legs. She lifted herself back up, biting her lip. But then she felt the wetness trickling onto the ridge, soaking the solid wood, making it slick.
Talli felt her heart beginning to race, her breathing becoming more rapid. “I hate this part,” she whispered. Alarae stepped directly in front of her, both hands empty, a curious expression on her face.
“I do not understand,” she admitted. “You appear aroused. You are even thrusting and sliding your sex along the ridge.”
Talli gulped. “It’s not that. It’s deciding if I accept it, or struggle against it.”
Suddenly, Lord Balok appeared, emerging from the darkness into the light.
“It matters not, child,” he said with a firm voice. “Either way you will suffer the Trial of Agony.” He gently pushed Alarae aside and moved in front of Talli.
Her eyes flickered across his. “I’ve endured this sort of pussy torment before,” she panted, her legs already starting to tremble.
Lord Balok smiled. “But the Trial of Agony does begin between your legs. It starts with your bosom.” He raised his arms and without another word, began slapping Talli’s breasts with both hands.
Talli flinched, unprepared for the brutal assault and she found herself wincing as Lord Balok spanked each large globe, swatting her breasts back and forth repeatedly. Talli clenched her teeth, a keening wail coming from between her lips as the dark elf struck her over and over. Each impact would have caused her to swing back and forth, were it not for the wooden prism between her legs.
Talli closed her eyes and clenched her jaw, wincing as the elf continued the beating. Pain shot up through her breasts and the stinging of the harsh slaps began to overwhelm her. She arched her back, thrusting forward, not even realizing that she was rubbing her split sex up and down the spine of the wooden prism between her legs. She cried out, wailing piteously. Soon, both of her breasts felt heavy and hot, the skin flushed as Lord Balok swatted them from side to side, then changed his blows to come from underneath, lifting each with force, making her bosom bounce.
To Talli’s surprise, her calves gave out with no warning and as she settled onto the hard edge of the prism, she mewled as the pressure against her sex cut through the agony of her bosom. She slipped slightly, hips rotating and felt her clitoris pinched hard. Talli gasped, shuddering, her chest heaving as she panted. It was only then that Lord Balok brought his hands down, moving away. He turned and looked at her expectantly as she trembled, their eyes meeting.
Talli sucked in a harsh breath and pushed with her toes, lifting herself up and sparing her slit. Immediately she felt the burning in her calves, and along her arches, but Alarae handing her tormentor a quirt took all of Talli’s attention. Lord Balok lifted the weapon, flicking it sharply, so that the long, thin, leather strand attached to the end of the stick slashed across Talli’s front, scoring a line straight across both breasts. Talli hissed, jerking as the hot sting seemed to lance through both of her nipples. The dark elf didn’t wait for Talli to recover, and instead struck again, this time with a back hand swing that scored another mark on Talli’s bosom, but lower, along the curved undersides of each breast.
Behind Lord Balok, Alarae seemed to wince as each swing cut into Talli’s soft curves. Vicious red welts began to appear, crisscrossing the white globes, or bisecting the huge pink and pierced nipples. Talli grimaced, then began squealing as the pain crested. She endured only a handful of these strokes before the burning in her calves and the arches of her feet necessitated another drop, overwhelming the hot, searing agony flashing across her chest. She lowered herself down, the sharp edge of the prism jammed deep into her slit, realizing only belatedly what was happening. Lord Balok stepped back again, handing the quirt to Alarae, who put it back on the nearby rack, only to have her hand him a leather flogger, the long strands knotted. He waited before striking her, watching as her body quivered, supported almost fully on the prism.
“Oh gods!” Talli whimpered in sudden understanding. He was only going to hit her breasts if she wasn’t resting on the wooden prism. She licked her lips and focused on Alarae, who stood there watching. Their eyes met and Talli mewled pitifully.
“Your suffering is exquisite,” Lord Balok said softly. “And you show great fortitude. Soon you will be ready for the Trial of Waves.”
Talli twitched, her hips swinging back and forth. “I want to fuck you,” she whispered. Lord Balok’s eyebrow went upward.
“It is not in your power to demand anything,” Lord Balok said sharply. Even though Talli’s weight still rested on the narrow ridge between her thighs, he snapped the flogger hard against her chest. Talli yelped and closed her eyes. Her body undulated back and forth and Alarae blinked as she realized Talli was sliding back and forth on the wooden prism.
“Yessss,” Talli mewled. “More.”
Lord Balok hesitated and Talli opened her eyes. Now there was no doubt about what her lower half was doing. Her hips rolled vigorously, grinding her pussy on the ridge. Her toes weren’t even touching the floor. “I want to suck your cock and then right before you cum, stop.”
Lord Balok frowned.
Alarae blinked in confusion. “Why would you stop?”
“Why?” Talli groaned, her nubile body thrusting even more vigorously. “So… so… you would… whip… my… tits… again…” She gasped.
Lord Balok snarled something inaudible and he swung again, leaving a flurry of vicious strokes across Talli’s breasts. The human girl screamed, shaking violently, lifting both feet upward, crossing her ankles behind the post as she jerked. It didn’t stop Lord Balok, his arm flashing back and forth, the flogger snapping fast and hard across Talli’s chest.
“Lord Balok!” Alarae exclaimed. “She’s about to cum!”
“Aaaghhh!” Talli squealed as the dark elf hit harder, beating the knotted leather strands against the flushed flesh of Talli’s bosom. Talli thrust her chest forward, her hips still rocking, the wooden ridge digging hard into her pussy. Talli closed her eyes and thrust, shuddering violently. “YES!” She screamed, and Lord Balok froze.
Talli’s toes curled and she rode the wooden prism frantically, almost grinding herself down upon the edge. “NO!” Talli shouted. “Don’t stop! Please! HIT ME!”
Lord Balok blinked in astonishment, but then brought the flogger back up. He whirled it in a circle, the leather thongs snapping at the tips of Talli’s breasts, barely catching the nipples. Each impact tore at her, stinging fire erupting along the delicate and beautiful curves. Talli arched her back, thrusting her bosom forward as the already flushed skin darkened even more. Talli wailed. “HARDER! Hurt me! FUCK ME!”
To Alarae’s surprise, Lord Balok threw down the flogger and raised both hands. Power glowed at the tips of his fingers and he held them out toward Talli. Her eyes widened and she cried out, both breasts suddenly pulled upward, glittering with matching colors as the magic coming from the dark elf. Pain rippled through her as she was lifted off the wooden prism, her feet kicking, and both of her nipples stretched and darkened as she screamed. Lord Balok dropped one hand, grabbed the wooden bar mounted on the pole and yanked it out, tossing it away. He fumbled with his robes, his left hand still extended, holding Talli up in the air, only her hands still bound to the pole. She quivered violently and then he stepped up onto the dais, grabbing her as she came back down, only to slide deeply onto his member.
Talli gasped as the cock filled her and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. The elf, so much stronger than her, moved his hands to her breasts, fingers glowing, half bouncing her, half ramming himself in. Talli’s eyes widened as shards of agony shot through her nipples and she couldn’t tell if Balok was twisting or pinching her nipples, or something worse. She had to clench her teeth, just to keep from biting her tongue and she tightened around him, her messed up and enchanted brain converting the pain into something else entirely as he fucked her.
It took only seconds, but the orgasm rippled through her like lightning and she clenched down hard, though it didn’t slow him even a second. If Lord Balok felt the flush of girl goo coating his cock or dripping down his balls, he paid it no mind, pounding hard into the quivering human girl lost in euphoric bliss. But then he too grunted, ejaculating into her body, filling her with his cream.
Talli slipped off of Balok’s softening cock with a groan and fell back against the pole with a thump. The dark elf stepped back, almost falling off the dais and Alarae raised a hand to her mouth, the look of shock still on her face. Lord Balok took a deep breath, concealing his member.
“She will be a worthy acquisition,” he said firmly.
“My lord?”
He turned toward Alarae. “This human girl is unique, and something special. I will purchase her when she goes to auction.”
Alarae’s cheeks flushed red. “Yes, my lord.” She glanced at Talli, who hung from the wrists, limp as a rag doll, almost catatonic. Her breasts were dark red, crisscrossed with welts and marks, with several spots already turning dark blue. Petechiae showed on her nipples where the capillaries beneath had ruptured from the brutal treatment. “She is barely conscious, my Lord. Should we end the judgement, or should she be taken to the Trial of Waves?”
Balok frowned and stepped back up to Talli. He used one finger to lift her eyelid and Talli groaned, focusing on him. “I cannot imagine her being able to withstand even one wave, but as she is still conscious, it must be done.”
Alarae gulped. “I will prepare her,” she said softly.
Slowly, Lord Balok ran his hand down Talli’s body. She shuddered as his fingers pressed against her sore spots and he leaned in. “I will have you,” he said quietly, his mouth near her ear. “And the torments I shall inflict upon you for the rest of your life will make today seem like a short and easy walk. I will tear orgasms from your body and you will cum for me and hurt for me and suffer for me. It is your purpose. Your destiny. Your life.”
His hand ran down to the cleft between Talli’s legs and he slipped a finger into her sex. She gasped and Lord Balok smiled as she tightened around him. He glanced back at the elf girl. “Yes. Take her to the Trial of Waves. We will see if she can have a ninth orgasm after walking both paths.” He pulled his hand away from Talli, who whimpered softly, then turned and walked into the darkness of the Judgement Hall.
“Or more,” Alarae said darkly. She hurried over to the pole and lowered Talli, then freed her wrists. Talli dropped to her knees then fell over onto her side, quivering. Her arms wrapped around her chest, cradling her tortured breasts.
“Alarae?” Talli whispered.
“I am here,” the elf-girl said quietly. “You are amazing, but I do not think you will be able to stand the Trial of Waves through even one orgasm.” She blinked, blushing. “Your Múl Gwen however, will be… impressive. Even without the Trial of Waves link.”
“Can I… can I get something to drink, please?” Talli begged. The elf-girl nodded, left Talli, then came back, slipping her strong arm under the girl’s head. A bottle was pressed to Talli’s lips. The girl sipped, then grimaced, her eyes opening to look at Alarae with accusation.
“A healing potion?”
Alarae nodded. “Yes. It is customary, even for elven girls, to be given one after the Trial of Agony. Drink all of it.”
“It tastes awful,” Talli complained.
“Medicine always does,” Alarae said, somewhat sadly. “It is the way things are. You are lucky.”
Talli drank more of the potion, feeling the pain in her breasts subside substantially. “I am?”
Alarae nodded. “Lord Balok does not keep any human slaves. Only elven girls. You will be the first human to join us.”
“Us?”
“I belong to Lord Balok. We will be used and tormented together.”
Talli licked her lips. “That… doesn’t sound bad.”
Alarae shook her head. “Of all the lords, with the possible exception of the Duchess Helenae herself, Lord Balok is the most cruel and vicious. He revels in our suffering. The only blessing is that your life is but a flicker of light and then you will be free of this.” She glanced down. “Unlike me.”
Talli swallowed the last of the healing potion. “You assume that I want to be free.”
Alarae shook her head. “You are a very strange human.”
Talli took a deep breath and shook her head. “No. Just perverted.” She reached up and gingerly felt her breasts. “That was a good potion. They’re just a little tender now.”
Alarae nodded.
“Yes. Come with me. It is time to start the Trial of Waves. And finally, you will be sated.”
A seeping exhaustion flowed through Talli’s body that even the rejuvenating effects of the healing potion could not counter and for a moment, her brain seemed to disconnect from her body. She wondered just how much more she could take. She’d been fucked in every hole, stretched open, bound tight, tormented, spanked, whipped, beaten and even tortured with magic. But beyond all of that, she’d cum. Cum multiple times, each one solid and forceful and powerful. How many super powerful orgasms could she reasonably handle? Eight? Ten? Twenty? What were her limits?
The judgement hall was also unusually quiet and Talli realized that the other slave girls had already finished their own testing and been taken out. She paused, glancing back toward the Trial of Obedience. The triskelion symbol glistened in the dim light, empty and beckoning.
“Talli, you must come,” Alarae insisted.
Talli nodded and as she followed, slipped a hand down between her legs. Talli was used to being aroused, the petals of her sex soaked and slippery. As Bob’s vessel, tasked with being kept on edge, ready to orgasm at need and funnel power to him, she was accustomed to fire running through her veins, a caustic, desperate need that permeated her entire being. Even now, despite the torments and orgasms, she could feel that need. Could what the elves do to her finally sate those desires?
Then suddenly, her mind flickered to Bob.
Bob smiling over at her, eyes bright as she laughed. Bob groaning as she straddled him, thrusting and riding him, his hands upon her breasts. Bob sitting next to her, showing her how to read. Bob holding a piece of candy to her lips, watching with pleasure as a taste she’d never imagined exploded upon her tongue. Bob holding her close after a nightmare woke her. Talli blinked and shook her head. How could she even think that living with the Dark Elves could be better?
But even as that thought went through her head, her finger grazed her clitoris. A fresh surge of desperation shot through Talli and she felt herself tighten, her sex seemingly grasping at anything that might satisfy its desire for fulfillment. Talli almost did it, resisting the urge to plunge a digit into her depths and instead focused on Alarae’s ass. It swung back and forth in front of her, framed by the leather strands of her harness, begging to be squeezed, kissed, and licked.
“I want to fuck you,” Talli blurted out.
Alarae stopped and turned, looking over her shoulder. “You have already fucked me,” she said.
Talli turned crimson. “I mean… again.”
Alarae sniffed. “You are insatiable.” She grabbed hold of Talli’s arm and suddenly they were standing in another circle, on the other end of the hall. Another triskelion symbol was etched into the floor, though it was much smaller than the one at the entrance. Along one edge were four small silver circles.
“Lay on your back, with your bottom on the center symbol. Place your hands on the two inner plates,” Alarae ordered, pushing Talli into position. The human girl nodded and lay down. The stone floor was cool, but not cold and she felt the smooth pattern of the triskellion pressing against her bottom. She stretched her hands outward, until her fingers encountered the smooth surface of the two silver plates. The moment she touched them a prickling sensation shot across her hands and she jerked her arms, only to find that she couldn’t move them. She lifted her head, only to realize that the triskelion was starting to glow. Something pushed on her bottom, and for a second Talli gasped in alarm, fully expecting for something to penetrate her back door, but instead her pelvis tilted, lifting her lower half upward until she lifted her feet awkwardly.
“Yes,” Alarae said, taking hold of one ankle. “Now spread your legs. You will feel the magic ensnare you. Holding you open. Do not resist it.”
Talli gulped and nodded and as Alarae guided her foot, suddenly felt the same tingling sensation. It coursed across her toes, along the arch, and into her heel and then her other foot was caught in the same entrapment.
“I know that the stretch is uncomfortable,” Alarae began, only to hear Talli laugh.
“Alarae, I can do the splits,” Talli assured the elf girl. “I love being spread like this.”
Alarae looked down at the human girl. “Then that is fortunate, as you will spend much of your time with the dark elves like this.”
“Don’t tempt me,” she warned with a groan. She laid her head back on the floor and closed her eyes. “This would be perfect if there was a…”
Alarae slipped a hand under Talli’s head and slipped a soft leather pad beneath her.
“Pillow,” Talli finished, sounding a little chagrined.
Alarae shook her head. “Your comfort matters little. It is to prevent damage. Orgasm in the Trial of Waves can be intense. But I doubt you will last more than one or two waves. Soon you will be unconscious, the Múl Gwen etched on your back.”
“They’re that strong?” Talli asked. “The waves?”
Alarae nodded. She held up two crystal stones, both of them attached to a set of metal clamps. She lifted them to Talli’s breasts and let the metal maws close on her tender nubs. Talli let out a hiss and then groaned. A third clamp, slightly larger than the first two, was set on Talli’s clit. It pinched a bit and Talli bit her lip, glancing up at the half-elf, half human girl standing above her.
“Thank you,” Talli said honestly. “Just in case I don’t get a chance to talk to you again.”
Alarae shook her head. “Do not thank me. You are about to finish both the Path of Eagerness and the Path of Strength. I know of no other person to do both, human or elf, though I fear many elf girls will now be subjected to both Paths because of you. But even then, to have an orgasm on every trial is unheard of. You have cum nine times. And now you face the Trial of Waves.”
Talli smiled softly. “I’m ready.”
“Not for this,” Alarae explained. She held up a strange looking phallus. It was warped and twisted, carved runes etched into the side. She pressed the tapered end up against Talli’s upturned pussy and slowly pushed. Talli whimpered a bit, the thick hardness of the cock pressing on her folds. Still, she accepted it eagerly, opening up as her depths welcomed the penetration, only to wrap around it, tightening.
“So, what does it…” Talli began to say, only to gasp in alarm. She felt a vibration deep inside her, spiraling upward and outward. In seconds, absolute utter pleasure surged through her pussy, almost instantly taking her to the cusp of orgasm. Her tiny feet tried to kick, but the magic holding her legs outstretched resisted.
“AAAGGHHH!” Talli cried out, her hips thrusting madly. “FUCK! OH GODS!”
Inside her, it felt as if the monstrous cock was both spinning and wriggling, while at the same time pumping violently in and out. It pressed against her G Spot, sending waves of euphoric bliss pumping through her and she clenched her teeth as the almost instant orgasm crested. She clenched her teeth against the surge but found herself screaming a second later, fluids squirting out of her sex as if she were a fountain.
Talli’s entire body shuddered from the rush, but then she felt something different. Instead of that surge of energy burning away like normal, it only seemed to ebb. Her pussy tightened and she realized that she was already over halfway to her next orgasm. Waves of need and pleasure crashed against her and she bucked, her hips jerking wildly as she was driven straight back toward another climax. Talli screeched, the intensity of the intercourse violent and incessant. Her body quivered, tightening and loosening, but even as her toes curled and she shuddered as the second orgasm of the Trial of Waves hit her.
Suddenly Lord Balok was there, standing above her. Alarae looked over at her lord, and gave him a soft bow. “Two so far, my lord.”
They looked down at Talli, the human girl quivering violently. A long, pitiful wailing keening noise was coming from her lips as her hips rolled and moved, the enchanted phallus vibrating, swirling, and wriggling inside her sex. Talli’s eyes were closed and she gasped, little flickers of magical light exploding inside the crystals attached to her clit and nipples.
“And still conscious,” Lord Balok said with intrigue.
Then his head snapped up and he looked down the hall. Alarae looked over her shoulder, following his gaze, only to see the entrance door of the hall open. She could barely see, but two of the Piercers were dragging in a petite, lithe, athletic elven girl with ragged, blonde hair. Piercings glittered along her ears, her nostril, both nipples, and even her clitoris.
“We have another to judge,” Lord Balok said calmly. “Stay here with Talli until she is finished with the Trial of Waves. Then get me so that I may apply the Múl Gwen.
Alarae nodded. Lord Balok turned and walked toward the Path of Obedience and the other Triskelion.
Talli screamed, even as a third orgasm seemed to bloom in the heat between her legs. Back and forth she wrenched herself against the magical bindings that held her open, her pussy convulsing and quivering around the incessant sexual stimulation. Her throat locked up for a moment as light flared from the crystal clamps. Talli’s back arched and pain shot down through her breasts and up from her clit, only to combine with the non-stop pleasure of the phallic thing fucking her. Her leg muscles tightened into granite and her hips thrust upward again. But this time there was no relaxation. Her orgasm ended with her standing once more upon the metaphorical cliff, ready to leap again.
And so she did.
“I’m cumming!” Talli screamed, her voice strained. “Oh FUCK! BOB! I’m CUMMING!”
The phallus inside her wasn’t just spinning, and corkscrewing, and vibrating, and thrusting. It seemed to move inside her in ways she couldn’t anticipate, or handle. The crystals attached to her clit and nipples pulsed, flashing like strobes, each flare of light accompanying a shard of agony that seemed to shoot through her flesh and into her sex. She tightened around the wriggling phallus as more fluids began squirting from her slit and she screamed again, this time closing her eyes. More sparks of blissful agony shot up through her clit and the agony and ecstasy once more pushed her to the edge. Alarae gulped as Talli’s body shook violently.
“Talli, relax,” Alarae urged. “You do not have to endure this! Give in! Give up! Five is too many!”
Talli’s eyes opened wide and she lifted her head. “NO! I’m… I’m…” and then her throat locked up. Between her outstretched legs, her pulsing pussy and the flashing light of the crystal on her clit, she could see down to the other Triskelion. There, stretched out, desperately trying to keep her feet in the silver circles, was Calien.
Talli blinked. Did Bob see her? Talli held her head up, grunting with the effort, struggling against the next orgasm even as it began rippling through her body. She exploded again, wailing through clenched teeth as Alarae grimaced in worry.
“Talli! No one has had seven waves!” Alarae blurted out. “Give up!”
Talli let out a cry of triumph and lowered her head back down to the pad. Her toes curled and every muscle tightened, starting with her pussy. Her back arched and lights flickered in her vision as the darkness closed in. She wasn’t even able to scream as the explosion rippled through her, a violent shaking as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, teeth rattling as girl goo squirted in jets from her stuffed slit.
“E-e-eight-t-t-t,” Talli wheezed. Then, as the next wave built behind the one that had just swamped her, Talli’s eyes locked on Alarae for only a moment. “I’m… I’m…”
“Amazing,” Alarae whispered as Talli went silent, her eyes closed and her jaw dropped. Then, from the other end of the hall, there was a desperate, agonized, scream.