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The Fall Of An Aasimar	By : Eisrabe81 Category: +A through F > Dungeons & Dragons Views: 4997 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dungeons and Dragons, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story contains original characters, but many names of places, spells, monsters, etc are from D&D.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Day 1
- 3-Day 2
- 4-Day 3
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Wow! This got a lot longer than i anticipated. Contains a lot of rape and pain and needles.
“Let's play!”. The four cultists look down on me. My nude, sweat-glistening body is displayed in front of them. I lie on my back, arms behind it, the barbed wires shackling me are drilling into my skin. In the mirror above me I can see how my full breasts are getting pushed upwards invitingly from the position of my arms behind my shoulders. Other barbed wires are tied around my lower legs and ankles and spread my legs wide and upwards, as the fasteners of the wires are in the dungeon walls and more than a foot above the ground. The weight of my legs pulls at the barbs painfully and blood trickles down my legs. A ring gag forces my mouth open and hooks pin my wings to the ground. In the mirror I can see my pussy lips slightly open and the smooth skin of my hairless pubic region makes it look even more inviting.
The men look down at me grinning and their booted feet trample over my wings, pulling and pushing them which makes them hurt even more. I am very thirsty as sweat is now running down my naked, athletic body. I can see their boners through their cowls and know what is going to happen. The leader of the group kneels down between my legs and his hands on my body make me shiver. As he is feeling my thighs up, the others start kicking me. First one of them prods my left breast with his boot. Then the one on my other side does the same. The leader shouts: “Hey! Don't make her dirty! Take off your boots!”. This gets loughs from his men and they start undressing. But they don't stop with the boots and after a short moment all of them are naked. The helplessness makes me shiver and I have a tied knot in my belly. In the mirror I can see my big blue eyes filled with water as tears are running down my cheeks.
The men continue, probing my body with their now naked feet. Two are rubbing and pressing my big boobs and the third pushes into my abdomen. My hard abs withstand, even though they are overstretched. But every push makes my body move a bit so that all the barbed wires dig deeper into my skin. I start to moan from pain and humiliation.
Then the leader, now also naked and keeling between my legs, touches the arrow that is still deep inside my uterus. I let out a yelp and they all lough again. He starts pushing and pulling the arrow and all I can do is moan in pain. The pain is enough to let me forget the humiliation of this situation.
Finally he pulls the arrow out. On its way the bladed tip cuts along my inner walls and leaves cuts inside of me. I scream for the first time. The searing hot twitch sends jolts of pain through my whole body. When the arrow is out the leader positions himself and I know he will rape me next.
“No, no, no ,no ,no!”, I hear myself scream. ”Please! At least untie me and heal me a bit! I am too tired to fight anyway. Don't do it like this!”. This gets even more loughs and one explains: “But this way it will be more fun!”. His words strike me. I knew they wanted to inflict pain, but only now I understand how vile they really are. Raping me is not enough. They want to make it as painful and humiliating as possible. I look up at them in the hope of a little bit of compassion, but all I see is anticipation of the things to come. “Can you at least heal me a bit and give me some water? I am parched!”. “Oh by the gods, make her shut up!”, the leader says. “I can't stand this babbling any more!”. “I like it, the desperation in her voice is quite pleasant!”, one of the men, who play with my tits says. “I give her mouth something else to do!”, the one who didn't get a breast to play with grins down at me and places himself over my shoulders. His erect cock aiming for my mouth. The shock of realization of what is going to happen only last until the leader places his cock at my lower lips and starts pushing in. My body cramps from pain as his dick slides along the cuts inside of my pussy and after the tip of his dick entered me, he pushes it all the way in with one big thrust. I am dry as sandpaper and the wounds from the arrow tip make it even worse. I scream in agony but the scream is cut short, as the guy who sits on my shoulders lifts my head and thrusts his dick into my mouth and further down into my throat. I never took a dick in my mouth, let alone deepthroating it.
The pain from my pussy and from my throat combine with the pain from the barbed wires that cut me with each thrust. Then I am suffocating from the dick in my mouth. Under normal circumstances I can hold my breath for about three minutes, but with all the burning agony in my legs, arms and back and inside of my body, I nearly faint after two minutes. Just as I find the blissful blackness of unconsciousness I feel sperm flowing down my gullet and into my stomach. As he pulls out I take a deep breath and my view clears. As I look up into the mirror I can see my sweat-glistening, tied down body. The leader still thrusting in and out of me, every thrust driving my body into the barbs and causing stinging pain on the outside as well as searing pain in the cuts inside of me. I can feel his pubic hair when it hits the smooth skin of my lower regions with each thrust. One of the other men sits down on my belly and tries to titfuck me, but as soon as the man who took me orally finishes, he takes his place and I know it will begin anew.
Finally the leader is coming inside of me and pulls out, too. Now the fourth guy takes the leaders place and I get double penetrated again.
My pussy is even more sore than before and when he enters me I try to scream around the dick in my mouth and I can only gurgle. Ironically this is lucky for me, as my gurgling makes the guy come faster into my stomach and he pulls out long before I start to suffocate again.
Meanwhile the leader has found some “toys” and with a broad gin on his face, he shows me two mean looking toothed clamps. “I will place these on your nipples. They have quite a tough bite. My men will need to help me, since they are too strong to be opened with one hand. But that is not all. Do you see these screws? With them I can increase the pressure on your nipples until they get squashed off of your nice big tits.” I look in horror and disgust at the men around me, barely able to focus my view in the pain as my body rocks back and forth from the thrusts of the man between my legs.
The leader sits down on my belly and the two other men kneel down left and right of me, each grabbing one of my boobs. They begin to play with them, kneading and poking them, then take a nipple each and pull. The throbbing in my breasts is nothing compared to the pain in my vagina and my legs, but that changes as the leader forces the first clamp open. He needs both hands to open it and with shaking hands he lets it snap around my left nipple. I scream as loud as I can and new sweat starts to pour out of my skin. A blinding pain sears through my breast and my screams become hoarse and then sobbing. The tears run free again and just as the pain starts to subside, my right nipple is bitten, too. I scream again.
When my sobbing stops and I start to feel more of my body then just the pain in my breasts again, I realize that no one is fucking me right now. They all stand around me and look down, admiring their work and my panting, sweaty body.
The leader claps his hands and shouts: “Next round! I want to feel her mouth.” He sits down on my shoulders. As his ass hits my breasts I start screaming again, with a hoarse voice. He grabs my hair and pulls my head up. His weight pushing my back into the barbed wires around my arms. The man who took me orally first, now gets between my legs and together they start thrusting into me. From all the screaming and pain in my body, I can't hold my breath nearly as long as before and the leader has to pull out several times, or I would faint. That and the fact that he just came into my pussy means, that this round takes a lot longer than the first one. After what feels like hours but wasn't much more than five minutes they swap places again and the other two men rape me. This man is less experienced and I do faint this time. But only for seconds and after I take a deep breath he continues. When they are done I am filled with the semen of four men in my stomach and my vagina and some of it drips out of me, I can feel it dry on the outside of my lower regions.
The guy who came into my mouth asks: “Didn't she want water? Maybe we should give her some? We have this special method and I want her to be able to sweat more. She looks really hot when she is wet like this!”. At this point I don't care about the reasons and I don't care about their loughs at this. I am far past any feeling of humiliation and my throat feels so dry, that I just nod frantically. The grin on the guy, who sits on my shoulders should have warned me, but the last drop of water I drank was before I fought the undead.
He places his legs left and right of my head and locks it in place. He still has a half boner and his balls rest on my chin. Then one of the men fetches a cloth and the leader gets a bucket full of water. They place the cloth over my mouth and nose and start pouring the water over the cloth. I was prepared and took a deep breath, so that I can concentrate on swallowing as much water as I can without the need to breath. I drank nearly half a bucket when they finally realize what I do and in their anger one of them stomps down hard on my solar plexus. Normally this would do little to my hard abs. But I am tired, my body is overstretched and my belly is full with water. I loose my breath and in an involuntary frantic try to get air, I start to breathe in water. Now I panic as the feeling of drowning overrides all rational thought. I still receive three more kicks with the heel to my solar plexus before I throw up water. This adds to the water I breathe in already and I start to faint. But the leader is too experienced and every time a am about to loose consciousness they pull the cloth away. This repeats four more times and the last time they continue until I actually faint.
When I come to consciousness again, one of the men has started raping me again. The leader stands over my face and talks down to me. “We decided to fuck your cunt one more time, before we do something that will force us to heal you. The sounds you make, when we fuck your injured cunt are just too sweet.”
“ We could just injure it again!”, one of the others offers. The leader looks up surprised. “Good idea! I didn't know you had that much fantasy.”
The man who spoke looks up proudly as he sits on my belly and plays with my tits. When he touches the clamps I scream again loudly and hoarsely. Fascinated he flicks the clamps stronger. I let loose a wailing that nearly makes me faint again. This is enough to make the guy inside me come as all the muscles in my body spasm and he swaps places with one of the others. As they cycle through in raping me and playing with my tits I can just wish to die. I get the thought that this is just the beginning and they will torture me to death as slowly as possible while all I can do is endure it and pray for my end. This makes me loose all slag and my body goes limp. When the leader sees that he kicks my tits and the pain makes me tense my body again. The tensed muscles and my wiggling let the next guy come.
When all of them are finished, one sits down on my shoulders again. He secures my head with his legs again. After coming into me so often, his dick doesn't stand any more and he slides back until there is enough room for his dick under my chin. Then the leader kneels down on the other side of my head. He has a burning candle in his hand which he holds over my face. “We would like to surprise you with what comes next. Therefor you need to be blinded.” My eyes open wide in panic and I start shouting “No,no,no,no,no!” again and again. When I try to shut my eyes he forces them open with his one hand. My head is restrained and I can't move out of the way. When the hot wax of the candle hits my open eye, I try to scream, but my body cramps so hard that no air can leave my lungs. I can only wait as drop after drop of hot wax closes my eyesight and when the last drop hits my eyeball my body goes limp. Just when the pain subsides he forces my other eye open and it begins anew. This time I am too tired to even try to scream. I started sweating again and when my brain starts working again, I feel the desperation grow. Blinded I can't even brace for whatever they'll do next.
But I can hear and the leader say: “We have only 150 needles? That's barely enough for those giant tits! Well we need to be resourceful then. Are the other tools ready?”. “All is ready and sharpened, boss”. “Good. Now that our little cunt is awake again, we can continue”. Someone comes over and sits on my shoulders again, his naked ass on my nude wet body. He pushes his fingers into my mouth and with a strong grip he pulls it to one side. “We need to take your hearing, too.” It is the leader. I can't see him, but I can hear the gleeful smile. When the first drop of hot wax hits my ear, I start screaming again. It is not as bad as the eyes and this time I can scream through the whole ordeal. When he is done with both sides, I am blinded and deaf. I can feel my surroundings. The barbed wires digging into my flesh, the clamps biting into my nipples, the hooks in my wings. The hot air on my nude hairless body and the hairy ball sack of the guy sitting on my shoulders.
He gets up and I feel only my pain. All I can do is wait for the next torture. I heard him speak about needles and that 150 are not enough. This lets me shiver in fear. I brace for fingers on my skin, for the sharp pain of a needle getting inserted into my flesh, of more rape.
What I don't brace for is the sledgehammer that hits my abdomen. It drives the air out of my lungs and I try to take a breath. I feel like suffocating as the next blow hits right above my navel. Two more hammers hit my ribs on either side, as the four men use their sledgehammers to strike my whole torso. I can feel my ribs break, my stomach tear, as a blow hits my solar plexus. When I am finally able to take in the next breath I can feel all my ribs, my intestines pulse with pain and as I lay there writhing on the floor, all I can do is wait for the next blow. I try to see anything, I try to hear disturbed air as a hammer hisses through it. I try to flex my abs for the next blow, but they wait until I start breathing again and then two hammers hit at the same time, one above and one below my navel. This time I can feel my intestines rip. The blows came through, unopposed by my overstretched abs and I am sure the hammers even damaged my spine. The next two strikes hit left and right of my pubic region and shatter my pelvic bone. I loose consciousness for a moment, but a hammer blow to my vagina immediately wakes me up again. Two hammer blows hit my unprotected ribs from the sides and break several of them. Now every breath is pure agony and I can only feel dull pain in my abdomen. The pain is so strong, that I slowly loose consciousness and the last thing I feel, before I faint is blood filling my intestines. A few times I get torn out of my unconsciousness, by more blows with the hammers, but I am just numb and fall unconscious again immediately.
I wake up to the feeling of magical healing running through my body. It stitches my intestines together and repairs my vagina. The process is unpleasant and my whole body is on fire. I feel my ribs and bones grow back, every little splinter the hammers created get dragged to their place.
When the process is done, I can just pant for breath and I can feel the sweat running down my nude body.
Suddenly I feel a touch and I immediately flinch, which lets the barbed wires bite into my flesh again and even through the wax in my ears I can hear the men laughing, but I am far too exhausted to feel any humiliation. I try to feel where they are and what they do next. It seems that they are kneeling at both of my sides, their naked legs touching my sides and their hands are roaming over my nude still sweaty body. I flinch as they are kneading my boobs and I lie as still as possible as their hands explore my abdomen, trace my abs. One hand presses into my abdomen and I am too exhausted to steel my abs. I let out a moan as the hand presses deeper and into my still hurting intestines. The pressure increases and it feels as if the man, whoever it is, now puts all his weight into the push until I can feel his fingers touch my spine. From earlier looks into the mirror I know that my overstretched abdomen seems to be less then five inches deep and he pushes all the way through. A cold stinging pain rushes through me and I can't breathe anymore. I try to shout, to scream but I am not able to as the air escapes my lungs.
Then the pressure vanishes and as I start breathing again I can feel the hands stroke further down over the smooth skin of my pubic region. I start to flinch as the fingers find my lower lips and pull them apart a bit. As the pain from the barbed wires shoots through my body, I try to lay still and endure this humiliating experience as calm as possible. I feel one of them shift his position until he is between my legs again.
I try to prepare to be raped again, but I scream in shock and pain as I get the well known feeling of my lower lips being pushed apart and a bladed triangular arrow tip gets inserted into my vagina again. “No,no,no! Please don't! Not again!” My panicked pleas fall on deaf ears as I can feel the inner skin of my vulva getting cut. Slowly the arrow gets pushed deeper, the hands on my body forgotten, the pain inside my vagina searing through my brain. My hymen gets cut, then as I feel it in my lumen, it gets turned around and scratches other sides of my inner walls. It gets pulled down again, while its blade cuts deep into my inner flesh. One stronger thrust pushes it into my cervix and I scream as loud as I can. It gets pushed further, slower this time and it reaches my uterus. The hands on my body stopped roaming and they seem to take in every shudder and twitching of my violated body. In my uterus it gets wiggled around, hitting one side, then the next. Getting turned to cut the front and the back wall of my uterus, then pushes further until the tip hits the upper wall. I can feel the arrow pierce my skin ever so slowly. The pain of the bladed tip cutting my reproductive organ wider and wider is mind numbing. Before the tip is completely through it hits my intestines and as it drills into my bowel, I try to wriggle away from it, intensifying the cuts in my legs. I scream through the whole process. My mind is so consumed from the pain, that I can't even thing about begging. I want to stop it, but I have no way of doing that. When I start to faint again, the arrow gets pulled back into my uterus and further down. On its way down it cuts in a new direction and I can feel blood dripping inside my vagina. Then it reaches my vulva again and even though my legs are spread wide it is still too tight for the arrow tip to come out easily. As it is dragged through my labia it slashes deep into it and just before it gets out it stops, the lower edges of the triangular arrow head digging deep into the muscles around my vulva. Then it gets turned once more and the pain knocks me out.
The shock of a dick inside my slashed pussy wakes me up again and the pain I feel tells me that I was not healed this time. It does not get thrust this time and soon my trembling body relaxes around it a bit. Until I feel the first needle. It gets dragged over my skin, pokes into my left boob, then it is dragged further down, scratching the skin between my abs. When it reaches my navel it gets pushed right into it. After all that I had to endure so far, it should not hurt too much, but there is some substance on it that burns like hell. It feels as if I was stung by a giant wasp and the feeling lingers. The next needle is stabbed above my navel right between my abs. The needles are about two inches long and it feels as if they are pushed all the way in. I can feel them scratching my bowels as I breathe and the rising and falling of my chest lets them move.
More and more needles get pushed into my abdomen, left, right and between my abs, I don't know how many, after 30 I loose count. Each of them has this burning liquid on them and it adds up. As more needles pierce my skin, the burning intensifies and my body starts twitching involuntarily, which makes the needles twitch with me. But the sickening feeling of all those needles scratching over my intestines gets superposed when a hand wanders down to my lower lips, dragging the left one away from the cock that is still in my body. As a needle pins lip to my leg, I start to buckle in my restrains. I scream and buckle for minutes, only causing more pain everywhere in my body. When I am too exhausted to even twitch a bit, the ordeal continues. More needles pierce my lower lips, until they are wide open. Then needles are pushed into the skin and muscles under these lips. Every time a needle is pushed in there, I flinch a bit. This continues until I feel the man inside me come from my movement. It is the sixth time for him this day and it takes a lot of needles. My lower region is on fire and every little movement of my body hurts. He pulls out and as my pussy relaxes all the needles in it move. By now all I can do is whimper as the exhaustion is taking its toll.
When the needles in my pussy stop moving and I can feel other parts of my body again, I feel a needle probe my perinea, the region between my pussy and my anus. I am wide awake again and I convulse as more than ten needles pierce that area.
Then a finger probes my anus and I start to panic again. But first about ten more needles are pushed into the muscles of my butt. When they hit bone, they are pushed harder, so that they scrape over the bone until they are fully inside my butt.
I scream the whole time and every needle makes the pain worse. The liquid on the needles continues to burn and my screams don't stop when they are done. When my screams become a weak whimper they turn to my boobs. I am so glad that they don't seem to use the needles on my anus that I would have thanked them in my pain-blinded mind. Then they remove the clamps from my nipples and I start screaming again as the returning blood flow sets them aflame. The first needle enters my right breast in the middle of its side and it gets pushed fully into my boob. Now the four men start to push more needles into my breasts. They get pierced again and again and my cries and whimpers do nothing. Too weak to even struggle, all I can do is lie on my back, blinded and deaf, as more and more needles pierce my boobs. My mind is swimming and as my body still reacts to the needles with whimpers and moans, my mind wanders It is as if my spirit leaves my body and I can see the scene from above. My athletic, naked, sweat-glistening, hairless body on the floor. My wings pinned to the ground, four men kneeling on both sides, pushing more and more needles into my boobs, until they have problems finding room for more. My legs bound with barbed wires open wide. My pussy kept wide open, too, but now with needles. Every now and then the body convulses with pain.
I come to consciousness again as I feel their hands on my nipples and the last two needles are inserted. I feel a burning and piercing pain, as the needles part the delicate flesh of my nipples and both the sharp metal and the liquid enter my boobs from the top. They get pushed down slowly, ever so slowly. Both at the same time and as if on command, the get pulled out again. Then pushed in. In and out, in and out. My mind blanks, I become crazy. All I want is to die. All I can think of is to make it stop. I want to scream at them, to tell them that I would do anything they want. But I am too weak to speak and all they want is to hurt me. Then no strength is left in my body and everything goes black.
As I come into consciousness again, my whole body is on fire. The next man fucks me and every thrust is sending jolts of pain through my whole body. I can feel every single needle move under my skin. With every thrust all the needles in my body move, scraping over intestines or bone and the ones in my pussy get nudged, my pussy lips feel as if they are about to rip off. While one man thrusts into me, two others play with my tits and I can hear them talk, even though I don't understand them as the pain in my body is too distracting.
But I can hear! They removed the wax from my ears, even though I am still blind.
When it is the next mans turn to rape me I can feel the cuts in my pussy. After the needles I nearly forgot about the arrow! When he pushes my labia open, the cuts widen again and with a burning streak all the way into my pussy his dick opens cuts that had started to heal. The other men started to play with my breasts and this time it was not just humiliating, the pain made me moan and cry again. I can feel the needles rip and tear at the lobes and the tissue inside my breasts. The burning and piercing pain is nearly enough to let me faint again, but my ordeal continues until all men raped me again.
I prayed for death a dozen times or more. Wanting to die is all I can think of at the moment, until I hear the voice of the leader again: “We are all tired and out of juice. A few last things and we can call it a day.” I hear the rattling of a chain, which then gets dragged over my belly. The cold metal wanders over my abs until it reaches my lower lips. As I feel a man, probably the leader, kneel down between my legs again, I start to buckle. But I am so weak, that I can barely move. Still every little twitch of my body makes all the needles move and scrape over my intestines and bones.
His hands reach down to my smooth pussy, touching my inner muscles that lie open for him to do whatever he wants. This time he goes for my clit. He grabs it and pierces it with something metallic. It feels like a ring and when he lets go, I can feel the weight of the chain pull it down. The pain is immense, but by now it is just a pain in a whole sea of pure agony. Until he pulls the chain. I try to scream again. All I get out is a hoarse whimper. I nearly faint again.
Then his fingers wander down. “We nearly forgot this area here” he says as his finger probes my anus again. The scraping of a needle inside my anus is too much. I try to buckle and twitch and get away. Of course all that I achieve is more pain, as all the needles start moving again. Then he pushes the first needle into the wall of my anus and my mind starts spinning. I can barley feel the next two needles, as my mind screams and screams. No sound comes out of my mouth and after a few seconds I faint again.
I wake up to a ripping pain in my clit. Someone must have pulled the chain attached to it. I scream a bit, then whimper. “To get you ready for the night, you need your clamps and we don't want you to miss that part, do we?”. A round of laughter. I am desperate. Those clamps alone were bad enough, but I don't think I can survive them when they clamp down on the needles in my nipples.
As the men gather around me I try to talk to them. To beg them to stop, to kill me, to rape me, anything but that, but all I can get out of my hoarse throat is a rasping sound. I feel my nipples getting pinched and stretched and that alone sets my boobs on fire again. When the first clamp bites down, the world goes black again. When I come back, my left boob is in a pain, I did not experience so far. Then the other boob gets pulled up and clamped and this time I stay unconscious.
Through the night I wake up often, as the throbbing pain in my body makes sleep nearly impossible. But exhaustion lets me fall asleep for short times every now and then.
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