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Into the cursed jungle	By : Eisrabe81 Category: +A through F > Dungeons & Dragons Views: 3796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- 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-Eliandra's introduction
- 2-Lienara'a Introduction
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- 2
Finally! Lienara is glad to hear the steady, slow breathing from the princess. She was using all her skills in bed to get her to orgasm after orgasm but the insatiable bitch just wouldn't fall asleep! She seduced the princess to get into her bedroom, and from there deeper into the mansion. She was send to collect intel on the girl's family.
As she carefully sits up she quietly spits out some hair. The ugly bitch had a body like an ape! As Lienara carefully stands up and walks away from the giant bed she shudders, thinking of the princess. The body of a human who does not care for her looks at all and gets what she wants just because her father is one of the richest men in the city. She isn't a real princess either, just calls herself that way because she can and no one dares to object!
On her way to the door Lienara looks at a mirror, the moonlight highlighting her beautiful body. She is a half-drow, giving her a smooth, gray skin with no body hair. Her flowing mane is black with silver stripes, falling down to her shoulder-blades. As she stands in front of the mirror, she brushes the hair behind her head and looks at her stretched body.
She is slim, with slightly visible abs below her full but not overly big breasts. She weighs them as they perfectly fit into her small hands. She admires the contrast the moonlight creates on her perfectly sculpted slender muscles.
Enough stalling, she tells herself. She is nervous to fulfill her task. The father of this “princess” is suspected to be leader of a dangerous cult that could be responsible for the death curse that has befallen this island. Still nude she casts invisibility on herself and silently leaves the room. She does not want to risk dressing, as it could wake up the princess.
She sneaks through the mansion, staying motionless and breathing through her mouth whenever servants or guards come near her. She needs to reach the third floor, where the office room is. Sneaking up the stairs, she goes slowly so her naked feet don't make a sound on the polished marble.
The night air is relatively chilly and the drying sweat on her nude body gives her goosebumps. Getting caught now would be really awkward.
At the top floor she quickly finds the office, as it is the only room with a door. The rest leading to open spaced terraces overlooking the city and surrounding jungle. A quick glance tells her that the office is locked but not trapped and she summons her pact weapon in the form of a thief's tool.
The lock is opened easily enough and inside she closes the door again, before looking around. She stays invisible until she checked all papers she can find. But they are not interesting, just a few bills and a half finished letter to a merchant.
Before she starts to investigate the drawers, she casts detect magic, dropping the invisibility. Now her nude body is for anyone to see who might check the room, but she is more scared of magic traps that would be in place to protect a secret as dangerous as the one she is looking for.
First she opens the locks of the desk drawers and looks through the papers quickly. But she finds nothing interesting either and starts searching for hidden floors or levers. She imagines the view anyone watching her would have, her nude body on all fours, her head inside the drawer, her ass up in the air, illuminated by moonlight coming through a window behind her.
Her detect magic shows no signs of magic in this room, but she finds a hidden compartment in one drawer and as she opens it, a magic aura glows up. The clever bastard hat it coated in lead, blocking magical detection!
The magical rune inside the drawer opens a secret door in the wall of the office room. A quick investigation reveals no traps and as she enters into the wall, the door closes behind her. Stairs go down and her naked skin scrapes over the rough stone of the walls as she follows the stairs down.
At the end of the staircase she must be under ground level in some kind of basement. She counted about sixty stairs so she crossed four floors.
Her detect magic reveals four magic runes at the end of the stairs, one on the ground, one on the ceiling and two on the walls left and right. Just as she inspects the rune on the ground to decide what to do, the one on her left erupts in a deafening explosion that slams her into the wall on her right. At the same time the rune on the ground summons a mass of writhing, squirming tentacles that grasp for her naked legs.
When she gets slammed into the wall, the rune there shoots lightning into her and, still dazed from the impact, she screams in pain as electricity flows through her naked body. She falls to the ground just as the rune above her summons a shimmering, floating hammer.
The grasping tentacles slither over her nude skin, making her writhe in disgust. As the tentacles grasp her arms and legs holding her in place and crushing her limbs, more electric shocks course through her body as the witch bolt spell continues. Then the hammer slams into her abdomen, the tentacles giving her no chance to escape and still twitching from the shocks, she cannot steel her muscles. The hammer sinks deep into her belly squashing her intestines. She can taste blood as she spits some bile up.
As her nude, wiggling body gets thrashed by tentacles and a hammer, while shocks flow through her body, the pain lets her loose consciousness and as the spells cease, her limp, nude, sweat-glistening body lies on the ground. The attack lasted for a minute and in this relatively short time she was beaten worse than ever before in her life.
Another rune activates and stabilizes her as the commotion alerted guards and the family.

Lienara wakes up from the shock of healing magic, curing the wounds she received from the magical assault. She tries to look around, but her eyes are covered by a thick hood. Trying to assess her situation, she feels that she can't move her limbs the least bit and a piece of soft wood is in her mouth, held in place by some kind of wire that goes around her head.
Her still nude body is on some kind of medical chair. She is angled backwards about 45 degrees. Her legs are bound by thick leather on some kind of rest that forces them far apart and up. Her knees are about at the height of her lower ribs and in this position both her pussy and her anus are easily accessible. Her arms are pulled outwards and back, tied a bit lower than her shoulders and in a way that her bust gets pushed forward.
She realizes with a terrified shiver that in this position all her most sensitive parts are completely unprotected and open for anything her kidnappers want to do with her.
Fingers lightly touch her boobs, letting her flinch. They weight her bust and start massaging it, not in a painful way, but it emphasizes her helplessness and panic starts to rise, causing nausea in her guts.
“What do you want? Where am I?”
Her words are slurred by the wood between her teeth. A sharp slap to her right nipple shoots hot piercing pain through her tit, rewarding her kidnapper with a short scream.
“I ask the questions here. You will answer. If I don't like what I hear, you will be in big trouble!”
It is the voice of the “princess”. She stands between Lienara's open legs.
“I don't know anything. I was just curious!”
This time both her nipples get squeezed between fingers and then twisted and pulled. Lienara moans in pain until, after a few long seconds, the are let loose and bounce back.
“Please! Let me go. What do you want from me?”, Lienara still tries to play dumb.
“You really like the pain, don't you? I think I will need something more effective. You can touch her if you want while I get some toys to punish her.”
These last words seem to be directed to someone behind Lienara and as she tries to look around and find an angle through her hood, two figures appear on both her sides. Hands start to rove over Lienara's body. She shudders as two men start touching her belly and her arms. The hands wander and as the hands on her arms get closer to her body, her belly is rubbed lovingly. She starts to shiver in disgust.
The hands wander from her arms to her breasts and start to massage them, the thumbs circling her dark nipples. In another situation she might enjoy this, but as the other hands wander deeper, past her navel, touching her smooth pubic region, the knots in her guts tighten and she wants to throw up. Just as they reach her lower lips she gets saved by the voice of the “princess”.
“Hey! You can have her tits, but anything below her navel is mine!”
The hands retreat immediately and two male voices mutter apologies.
“As for the punishment...”
A long thick, hard, leather stick gets drawn over her abdomen.
“This is a crop. But not a normal riding crop. It is a lot heavier and harder and the tip is reinforced by metal. It is a pretty effective blunt weapon. I have one for all of us. You may use it anywhere above her pussy and below her head.
You will get one stroke for every question you asked and one for every time you spoke without my permission. And you will count them loudly!”
With that she gets hit by a reinforced crop right between her navel and her clit. Then her left tit and her right ribs just below the boob. The metal hisses through the air and the blows hit her like sharp hammers. Unable to see she can't prepare for the blows and the first one is enough to drive the air out of her lungs. Trying to regain her breath, she breathes in raggedly and exhales screams.
“You need to count. Otherwise this will not count for the six strokes you get.”
“Please no more! I tell you anything you want!”
“Wrong. You should have said: One. That makes an additional stroke.”
The men laugh and just as Lienara wants to reply she gets hit by three more strikes. She gets hit at the exact same spots, this time she feels a crack in her rips and the skin of her boob seems to break open. Her scream is long this time and the pain more than doubled.
“Six! That were six! Please no more! Stop, please!”
“The correct answer was still one. And of course you get six strokes from each of us as you waste each ones time! Again!”
Again three strikes to the exact same spots. This time she is sure to feel blood running down her left boob. Sweat runs over her nude body and she screams at the top of her lungs. When she catches her breath again, she mutters a weak “one”.
“So you can do as told. I am proud of you!”
The gleeful voice of the princess sickens Lienara, but right now she has no choice but to play her game.
This time she gets hit on her left knee, nearly dislocating the kneecap, her left wrist, definitely breaking something as the metal hits her and her right boob. The strike was made from top down and the man watches fascinated as the beautiful tit continues bouncing long after the strike.
“Two” she presses out of her as she tries to calm her breathing. Now both her tits are on fire and two joints are at least damaged.
The next strike all hit her belly, all around her navel and each one as hard as possible. But her abs hold and this time she does not scream, only moan a bit. “Three”.
The next time both her nipples are hit at the same time and with full force by the metal tips. The men must be very experienced in this kind of torture. She screams long and loud, her body thrashing in her bonds.. But the chair holds her in place and just as she regains her composure the third strike hits. Right into her navel. And this time she is not prepared. The metal sinks deep into her belly pit, a stinging pain spreading through her body. She can't scream, can't breathe. After an eternity she mutters a weak “four”.
Drool from her forcefully opened mouth drips down on her chest and mixes with the sweat on her body as the next strokes hit.
This time her left tit gets hit from below, bouncing up and down. The other two thrust their crops like spears. One into her right armpit and one into her solar plexus. The last one sinks deep and the pain is nearly enough to make her faint. She sees stars dancing in front of her blinded eyes.
It takes minutes before she can mutter a weak “five”. She gets hit into her clit immediately. She cries as loud as she can, as the metal tip hits her most sensitive spot. Just as her screaming subsides her clit gets hit again. The pain doubles, but she can't scream any louder. She knows what comes next, but it still hurts even worse when her clit gets hit a third time. It feels like it got ripped off and this time she does not have the energy to scream.
Her pathetic moans fill the chamber, as the torturers wait for her to speak. Sweat is running down in streams as Lienara lifts her head and says in the direction she guesses the princess:
“Six, you sick fuck. Now ask your questions, I will answer them if I can. You have won.”
Her voice is tired and shaky and her defeat is clearly audible.
“Insults? I guess that makes another ten strikes. But as the last ones were not effective enough, I will make it a lot worse for you!”
“What?! No! No more! I am sorry! Am sorry! I will do anything you want, no more! PLEASE!”
Lienara's voice nearly breaks as she begs desperately. But the princess goes to the wall of the torture chamber. There she picks up two metal tools. A one foot long and two inches thick metal rod and a pear of anguish. She draws them over the floor, as she goes back to her victim. She places them on Lienara's belly, resting them on her thighs.
“I will break you. I will torture you until you really mean it, when you say you will do anything. I will torture you until I know everything you know. And then I will continue. I will torture you until you say “Fuck me, mistress”. And I will make you cum. Then I will do it again. And again, and again. Until I just need to touch you for you to beg me. Then you will be my slave. You will be nothing more than a sex toy. A bed warmer for me and anyone I want.”
The hands of the princess grab Lienara's boobs and plays with them as she speaks. Then they wander down, over cramping abs, along her navel and down. She pushes the rods up to continue her way over the smooth, hairless pubic region and even further. She reaches the still hurting clit and pinches it. Then she slightly opens the lower lips and pushes a finger inside. She is fascinated by the reactions she can provoke when she wiggles her finger around in the dry pussy. The low moans speak of pain and humiliation.
Lienara looses all slack in her body as she hears the princess speak. She will not get out of this by compliance. She feels the fingers move over her skin, painting lines in the sweat on her body. She feels a wave of helplessness wash over her as she realizes that the torture just begun and that she can't stop it no matter what she does. Then a plan starts to form in her head. She has many spells at her disposal, all she needs is to see.
“I will nev .. hngh!” She comes this far as a finger enters her and wiggles around. The feeling of the finger brushing her dry inner walls makes her squirm.
“never ask you to fuck me! You are far too ugly! Argh!”
The finger gets thrust into her with force, then pull out in one yank.
“I guess we need to continue. I will hurt you more than you could ever imagine.”
With that she takes a metal rod in her right hand and her left pulls open the lower lips. Knowing what comes next, Lienara tries to brace herself but a thick metal rod getting pushed into her is too much. She starts screaming again. But just as it hits her cervix, it gets pulled out again.
Breathing heavily, Lienara wanders what comes next. The princess grabs the other rod.
“Have you ever heard of the pear of anguish? It is a devious device that can be pushed into any orifice and then opened, stretching the body beyond its design.”
Cold metal hits Lienara's mouth, pushes against the wood in it.
“This one is full.”
It wanders deeper, over her heaving breasts, down her belly. Then it hits her lower lips. As it pushes a bit, Lienara's breath quickens and she tries to wiggle away.
“I don't want to overstretch your sexy, tight cunt. At least not now.”
The pear wanders deeper, over her perineum and pushing against her anus.
“No, no, no, no, no! You can't be serious! NOOOOOOOOO!”
The princess grunts as she needs considerable force to push the pear into Lienara's clenching sphincter. The head is bigger than the rest and when it is past her sphincter, Lienara can feel it push her rectum apart. Then it is through and all its three inches length are deep inside the helpless victim. It hurts even before it is opened, then the princess begins to turn the key.
The princess watches as the body of her toy shudders in pain. Goosebumps cover the sexy, smooth, sweat-glistening skin and every turn of the key lets her muscles move under the thin skin. After three turns of the key she is rewarded with painful moans. After another half-turn she gets a loud scream. Another quarter turn and the screams turns into pathetic whimpers. The princess is mesmerized by the movement of Lienara's sexy abs.
Lienara can feel the metal enter her anus. She grunts in pain as it pushes her sphincter apart and forces its head in. She wiggles around and the feeling of the metal inside her rectum touching her sensitive inner walls is as painful as it is humiliating. Then she feels the four spoons it is made of open. The shock of her rectum getting spread apart lets her gasp. Then she moans in pain as it starts to overstretch her. Another sharp move and she screams. Then another and she screams louder and longer. As her intestines try to accommodate for the invading instrument, soft whimpers escape her.
“That was some hard work. How are you?”
Her hand pats Lienara's wet belly. Sweat is now streaming down, collecting in puddles.
“Ready to tell me that I am beautiful?”
“You. Will. Always. Be. Ugly.”
Another quarter turn and another loud scream, as Lienara feels like her rectum gets ripped apart.
“Who send you?”
“Your mom! She knew she had to pay someone to fuck you!”
Laughter fills the chamber. Quiet at first, but getting louder. Lienara is shocked at the sound of pure joy from the princess.
“I will have so much fun with you! But I see that we are not done.”
With that she picks up the second rod and before Lienara even realizes what happens it is pushed into her pussy and presses against her cervix again. It is even more difficult than before. Lienara is still dry as sandpaper and now the two metal tools press and grind against each other. She falls unconscious.
She wakes as healing magic washes over her. Lienara screams as her rectum tries to retract to its original size. Then the rush is over and Lienara lies panting in her bindings.
“Interesting. When healing magic hurts you this much, we can continue torturing you until you die of old age.”
Lienara waits with her reply until her breathing steadies.
“Nothing hurts as much as looking at your ugly body, you hairy ape!”
“Hm. I see. We still owe you ten more strokes.”
Her hands wander over Lienara's abdomen. Below the navel the two metal tools press up and her body is thin enough that the one in her uterus pushes her belly outwards, stretching it visibly.
With a word and a magic gesture the rod in Lienara's cunt starts to glow red hot. It only lasts for two seconds, but the heat evaporates all liquid and mucus inside her pussy. She screams in pain, then she falls unconscious again.
When she wakes up her world is nothing but pain. This time she really gave up.
“Lord Alistair.”
Two words, but they mean everything. The energy in the room shifts.
“Out.”
Lienara hears the men leaving. Her heart races. Alone with the princess she has a chance. She needs to be able to see, then she can teleport out of her bonds.
The princess presses her body against Lienara's as she stands between her wide open legs. Her hands on the shoulders of her prisoner and her face so close that only the fabric of the hood divides them.
“Why were you send?”
“We heard rumors that you work with demons. I was send to investigate. To find proof.”
“Demons? Why... oh the rituals. Oh, poor girl. Send into your doom for nothing. We work with the Red Wizards. The rituals you heard about were just teleportation magic.”
She laughs softly. Caresses Lienara's chin. Her hand wanders down, touching her breasts. Her hands wander deeper. Feeling the belly that gets stretched by the metal inside her. Farther down, to the open pussy that is ajar from the rod inside it.
Lienara's mind spins. All of this for nothing? She suffered this torture due to false information? Now she cries openly. She doesn't want, can't hold back her tears. Her body trembles. The princess lets her hand rest at Lienara's hips, taking in every desperate shudder of this sexy body.
Fabric rustles as the princess takes of her nightgown. Nude, she climbs onto her victim, her legs around Lienara's waist. Bodies touching at full length. Her hairy pussy grinds over her victims belly She pushes the hood up a bit, revealing the gagged mouth and starts kissing around the wood.
It does not take long until she grinds herself into an orgasm and her juices run down Lienara's belly, dripping from the rod deep inside her. Close to her ear the princess says:
“Remember. If you want me to stop say “fuck me”.”
“Fuck you”
A joyful laughter fills the room. Then echoing screams as the rod in her pussy starts to glow again. This time Lienara does not fall unconscious. Her screams echo through the chamber. The princess plays with the sweat running down Lienara's body. She bends down and licks over her tits.
“What do you say?”
“Never!”
The answer is ragged, between agonized breaths. The rod glows again. There is no liquid or mucus left to cool it down. This time it leaves burn marks inside the birth canal. The pain nearly kills Lienara, but she gets woken by more healing. She screams again as her intestines are pulled against the metal.
The princess climbs off and picks up one of the crops again. She pulls the hood away, looking into Lienara's eyes, who is too tired to react. Her view wanders between the cell, taking in the room she is kept for the last hour or so, the nude body of the princess and the crop in her hand.
Then the crop hits her left nipple. Then her right. Her left again. Her right. Left, right, left, right. Again and again Lienara's nipples get hit by the crop. She screams at the top of her lungs. After twenty hits to each nipple, the princess catches her breath. Lienara stopped screaming after the thirtieth hit.
Then the clit gets hit. The strike squashes the clit between the crop and the rod, making it much worse than it already is. Again and again the clit gets beaten, until Lienara falls unconscious again.
Next time Lienara wakes up, she is all alone. She listens carefully, anxious that someone might be behind her. When she hears nothing, she Misty Steps out of her bonds.
The tools are still inside Lienara and after a few steps she realizes that they need to come out. She pulls the one in her pussy out first. While painful it is not too bad.
Kneeling on the floor, tears in her eyes, bend over until her tits touch the stone floor, she turns the key to unwind the pear inside her. The feeling of her colon contracting around it as she pulls it out, overstretching her sphincter again, sends dancing stars into her view. She needs a few more minutes before she can stand up again.
She turns invisible again and sneaks out of the mansion. She walks towards the mansion of Lord Alistair as fast as she can. Still invisible she enters the mansion. She takes a healing potion and goes into her room. There she takes it and as expected the healing magic hurts like hell.
She lays shivering on the floor when the guards come, alarmed by her screams. They see her nude body convulsing and writhing in pain on the ground. She is still naked when Alistair arrives. Lienara reports to him that she found no proof of their demon worship. Afterwards she sleeps for nearly twelve hours, too tired to wake up from her nightmares.
Next day she visits the temple after a healthy breakfast. She needs to talk with a cleric about what happened or she knows she will loose her sanity. After her psychological treatment the high priest sends for her.
He has an important task for her. He had a prophetic dream in which she needs to visit an old castle. Bandits use it as camp and it contains important information. She needs to search it and help another member of the church with her quest, deeper in the jungle. He does not know more, only that it is important for everyone on the island of Chult.
Lienara excepts immediately, desperately wishing to get out of the city. She spends the evening in the brothel, getting drunk and having sex with two beautiful elfs, a man and a woman. They wait for her as they always do after she finishes a mission. Lienara wonders how they know about it, but she never asks.
As soon as she enters the brothel, she is greeted by the two, their incredibly beautiful bodies only clad in red, transparent robes. The woman leads the way, while the man helps Lienara up to a room on the second floor. They need only seconds after the door closed to undress Lienara and she lies down on her belly on a massage table, comfortable warm towels under her.
They start massaging her legs, from her feet all the way up to her butt. When her legs are soft and relaxed Lienara feels a slight tease at her slit, as a finger barely touches her lower lips. A soft moan escapes her. She protests slightly as they turn towards her shoulders. The massage from her shoulders down to her lower back loosens the last tight knots in her body. This time the hands stay at her bottom.
Her perfectly heart-shaped butt gets kneaded like a loath of bread and from time to time a finger brushes her lower lips. The longer it lasts, the longer the fingers linger. Lienara is at the brink of an orgasm when the hands retreat. She protests in a playful tone as she gets turned around.
Now they start massaging her breasts. Two hands on her nice bust, two rub her belly and touch her nether regions every now and then. She is at the brink of orgasm, constantly. Then they allow her a blissful release as both play with her clit and the inside of her lower lips at once. She comes hard and long as all bottled up tension releases at once.
When the waves of pleasure, coursing through her body, subside, they help her up and to the bed. She lies on her back, waiting for them with open legs. The woman starts kissing her on the mouth and the man places himself between her legs.
“Only your mouths and hands today. I can't take a dick right now.”
Lienara's voice is soft, after her orgasm, but they hear the pain in it. They hesitate for a moment, knowing too well what she is talking about, but they are professionals and adopt quickly.
The man drops his face between Lienara's legs as if he planned it from the beginning and the woman's mouth and hands wander to her breasts.
Lienara falls asleep after four more orgasms and the three lie on the bed in a heap of naked skin and sweat. Using their beautiful bodies as blankets comforts Lienara enough to sleep undisturbed by nightmares.
After a good breakfast orgasm, the torture is nearly forgotten and Lienara gets ready for her next adventure. She dons her tight leather armor that leaves not a single curve of her body to the imagination, packs her gear, including a hammock and a cover against rain and leaves the city.
She reaches the castle by nightfall and explores the surrounding area. A river seems to flow out of the castle, but it does not to have a visible entrance. The castle seems to be build on top of a subterranean river that provides fresh water and a way to get rid of waste. After a few yards the river ends in a waterfall that is about twenty feet deep and then continues deeper into the jungle. This would be a good escape route.
Back to the castle she finds a corpse at the wall. A man in ragged armor seems to be killed from behind by a long piercing weapon and then thrown over the edge. The body has been pecked at and the murder must have been at least a day ago. The wall is in relatively good shape for its age but there are enough rims and holes to climb up.
She starts at a particularly easy looking section. The wall is about thirty foot high and it takes about two minutes for her to get to the twenty foot mark. She sweats in her armor and she starts to feel the strain of her muscles as a rune glows up above her.
“Not again!” She thinks as the rune erupts and summons a dozen giant wasps, each nearly as big as Lienara. They buzz angrily and attack almost immediately. She gets stung two times as she is in no position to fight back. The stings hurt like being pierced by daggers and then she gets injected with venom. As hot fire burns through her veins, she looses her grip and falls flat on her back.
She has barely enough time to summon her dagger before the wasps are upon her again. She injures one of them, cutting its underside up and evades seven stingers. Still, five hit and getting pierced five times with rapier sized stingers and pumped full of poison, she falls unconscious.
The wasps are not done with her. The poison does not kill, it stabilizes a victim and paralyses it, to keep it as food supply. The wasps however have another task to fulfill. They pick up the unconscious body and carry it into the main building. There they lay it on the stone floor, sound an alarm and vanish.
Two of the remaining bandits look for the commotion. When they see the beautiful half-elf they whistle and call for their leaders. The two mages enter and look down at her.
“We seem to have a lucky streak. Bring her down to the other. We will do the rest. You can have your fun with her when we are done.”
“If anything is left of her. At least use your healing magic to patch them together again, after you are finished.”
One of the bandits grumbles as he picks the lithe body by her shoulders. Together the bandits carry Lienara down into a torture dungeon. The mages follow, fingers probing another victim hanging spread-eagle from the ceiling, to see if she still lives.
The other mage heals Lienara a bit to wake her up. Her body is still paralyzed and it will be this way for the next hour. He bends over her face and speaks.
“Hello and welcome back my beauty. Welcome to the last room you will ever see in your far too short life. We have some questions and we will get our answers. The quicker you answer them all, the quicker you will be degraded from torture victim to sex slave. We will give you a chance to speak once a day. Then we will gag you and torture you for another day. But lets prepare you first, as long as you can't fight back.”
Lienara looks into the eyes of the man. She feels a new form of helplessness, as she is not bound but still cannot move or even try to defend herself. Then the men are over her and start probing her immovable body. They start by removing her belt with the spell component pouch and her potions. Then her boots and gloves. Her torso armor is next and she can feel the air on her midriff. When they peeled her pants from her she is only in a breast binding and panties.
As her limp head dangles to a side her view wanders through the room. It is a torture chamber, about twenty by thirty foot and lit only by two ovens that radiate heat, making the already hot air of this island even more unpleasant.
She sees a figure in the dark. The body is hanging from the ceiling in a spread-eagle position and very obviously female. She has never seen such big breasts on such a slim, athletic body. She is chained with massive iron shackles at her wrists and ankles and they are attached to a massive metal wheel. It is about ten feet in diameter and the shackles seem to be able to move around it to reposition the woman's arms and legs. Her body is covered in bruises and welts marks. She must have been beaten and whipped for hours.
Then her attention snaps back to her own body as she feels hands roving her helpless body. Hands feel her thighs and belly, move up to her still panty clad pussy. Her skin becomes hot and cold where the hands touch her and she screams in her mind to get rid of the unwanted touch, but she is completely helpless. Slowly the hands on her belly wander to her breasts that are held by a cloth wrap. A finger pushes under it and between her breasts. It threatens to pull it away, but then recedes.
Another finger wanders from her navel down to her pubic region, feeling the soft skin and hooks under her panty. It pulls a bit and moves it around, but it never reveals or even touches her most private parts.
Suddenly the fingers are gone and she gets lifted up. She gets pressed against a metal bar that is about hip high and her upper body gets bend over it. Her abdomen rests on top of it and her ass is presented in an inviting way. A broad leather band shackles her hip to the bar. It is pulled tight around her and her paralyzed body cannot tense her abs, giving her a hard time breathing as the bar presses into her abdomen. Then her legs get pulled apart far and shackled with chains to the floor. Her arms are pulled out and chained to the wall, holding her body in a bend and stretched position. At last a ball gag is pushed into her mouth, forcing it open.
Just as she tries to find comfort in the fact that she is still wearing her underwear, she feels a person behind her. A hip is pressed against her ass and she can feel a boner pressing through clothing. Then a hand wanders over her back, first down her spine and to her panties. It sends shivers of disgust through her body and she starts to sweat, as the hot air mixes with her rising panic and the way she is bound makes breathing nearly impossible.
The finger wanders up again, only slightly moving the panties. They want to tease her, let her know that they can do whatever they want with her. The fingers follow her spine, find her breast wrap and start undoing it. The knot is quickly found and then it falls to the ground. Now her breasts are dangling free and the hands start playing with them. Kneading and massaging, taking in the smooth, warm skin. Lienara's face burns with humiliation.
Then the man pulls back. He pulls down his pants and brushes aside her panties. The fabric moves without resistance and he takes her from behind. Her world breaks as the last illusion of protection fails. She is dry as sandpaper, but her paralyzed body cannot cramp and so the pain is not as big as it could be. Still the agony and humiliation of the dick pumping in and out of her hurts.
He comes inside her and she can feel semen filling her. Then the other man takes his turn. The first man brings mean looking clamps that have jagged teeth and a thread with a screw that can be tightened. He also takes two heavy metal balls, a pound each that can be attached to the clamps.
She hears more men coming in. They seem to carry heavy equipment. She can't and doesn't want to see what they do. She just knows it will be unpleasant.
After the second man comes inside her, they both kneel in front of her face. Her head hangs too low to look at them, but she can see their legs. They start massaging her tits, just as another man starts fucking her. Tears drop from her nose as her panties are pushed aside again, just as useless as in the beginning.
She feels the touch of cold metal at her left nipple. It is unpleasant at first, but as the clamp gets tightened it starts to hurt. It bites into her nipple and into her areola. The second clamp bites into her right breast and the men start screwing them shut. The pain is worse than the rape by now and sweat starts dropping from her skin, collecting in puddles under her body.
The left clamp gets yanked, sending red hot bolts of pain through her tit. It loosens a bit. The man screws it loose again and starts anew. Making it even tighter.
Her right tit gets pulled too, but there the clamp holds. Satisfied the man connects the metal ball to the clamp, pulling it down. The left one follows and soon Lienara feels as if her tits are about to rip off.
The last of the four bandit looks at their new victim. Her beautiful ass in full view, the panty still dragged to the side, revealing her abused pussy. Her body is sweat-glistening by now, highlighting the good shape and nicely sculpted muscles of her body. He runs his hands over her back, down her butt, pulling her lower lips apart and pushes in. She is well used by now, getting raped six times in a row loosened her up a bit. But she is still tight enough and as he pumps into her his fingers draw pictures in the sweat on her back.
He comes with force and the semen of six men fills her up. It drips out a bit as he carefully pulls the panty back over her abused pussy. Then he pulls the top down until her anus is visible.
He helps the other bandits prepare the next ordeal for their newest victim. A forced enema. They pull a huge bucket, that is fillet with five gallons of water, up to the ceiling. A tube is fixed at the bottom of it and the tube ends in a ball that can be pumped up.
Lienara's thoughts circle around the burning and ripping pain in her tits, as she feels fingers in her anus. She starts to panic even more and then something big, leathery, round gets pushed inside. Her sphincter is paralyzed so the invading object is unopposed. It gets pushed through her rectum and into her colon. Once it is around the corner, it starts to become bigger. Her colon gets stretched more and more and the ripping pain in her anus starts to grow worse than the ripping pain in her tits.
When she is about to tear apart it stops growing. Then she feels a weird scraping deeper in her colon. Something gets pushed even deeper! She can feel the tingling sensation in her left hip deep inside, there it wanders up. At the height of her stomach it hits a wall. It gets pushed with force and makes the turn right. It stops when it hits an inner wall at her right hip. She can feel something thin touching the inside of two thirds of her colon.
Then it starts spitting water. And as the water starts filling her up, the men leave. She can feel the water fill her right side with high pressure and as it quickly fills, the water washes around the corner, starting to fill the rest of her.
With the feeling of her tits getting ripped of, the rectum getting destroyed by a leather ball and water filling her body, she is left alone in a position that makes breathing nearly impossible. Desperation overwhelms her and if she could move, she would rip her arms out to get out of this. Before the poison looses its potency, her colon fills up completely and the pressure of the water presses on. The sphincter between her colon and her small intestines stands no chance in its paralyzed state. The water starts filling her small intestines and soon the bucket, filled with five gallons of water, emptied itself into her body. The water fills her to the rim and overstretches her intestines. The pain is indescribable.
When the poison subsides, she starts screaming at the top of her lungs. She screams until she is out of air. Then she breathes in heavily and screams again.
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