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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
- 2
- 3
- 4
The night is terrible. When I fall asleep I have nightmares of being raped and tortured. I wake up screaming and twitching and I realize that reality is far worse than any nightmares could be. Every slight movement makes all the needles move, too. The ones in my abdomen scratch over my intestines, the ones in my boobs dig deeper with every bounce, the ones in my pussy and butt cheeks scrape over bones and tissue and the ones in my anus are a nightmare for themselves. Every move of my lower body reminds me of the ring with the chain in my clit and the clamps that bite down on my pierced nipples are even worse than everything else.
And my body starts to cramp as I lay in this position for a full day and now even a night. I can't feel my legs, arms and wings anymore. In this situation I am thankful for that. But my mouth cramps all the worse, as it is forced open by a ring gag for the whole time.
Every now and then one of them checks that I am still alive. Sometimes they pull the chain connected to my clit, sometimes they flick against the clamps on my nipples. Every time I scream loudly and are fully awake again, praying for some sleep and for a quick death.
But I also dream. I wake up in a lush grassland at the foot of a mountain. The warm summer breeze plays over my nude unharmed body. I don't want to be naked any more and a thick comfortable gown appears on me. A ghaele, my angelic guide, stands in front of me and I can feel the warm comforting strength of her. She gives me the certainty that, should I endure my ordeal, I would end here in Mount Celestial after my death. All I need to do is to find a way to die, before I loose my faith.
In a second dream, I hear a voice. “I can help you. Free you from the pain. Give you revenge. Let me give you this little present”, and I feel how I become a bit stronger and I know a new spell to curse my enemies.
I wake up more rested than I should be, but I am still exhausted and my healing powers and spells I earned as paladin are not back. In a sleepy state I can hear the men around me and feel their feet trample over my wings, but that is forgotten as a bucket full of boiling water is splashed all over me. I scream and buckle in my restrains again and all the pain and anguish are back.
As I hear the men lough I try to steel my resolve and remember the positive message from my angelic guide.
I can feel a man kneel down between my wide spread legs and then he grabs the chain that is fastened to my clit. First he pulls it quick and sharp then he keeps the pressure up for a longer time. It gets him a shriek and then moaning from me.
“I think the cunt wants to get fucked again, with all these noises she makes!” I try to glare at him, but the wax is still in my eyes and as he pulls again I arch my back as I tense in pain.
“Shouldn't we keep her from having too much fun when we fuck her?”
“Oh, yes! Bring the new toy!”
I hear the ringing of steel hitting the floor. Then I can feel cold rough metal at my pussy entrance. The spread and pinned down lower lips of my hairless pussy do nothing to prevent the touch. I bite down a shriek, but squeal a bit as a rough metallic cylinder is pressed against my unprotected labia.
“It is a rusty iron bar we found. I hope you like it as much as we do!”
As it is pushed into my vulva I can feel that the rough edges of the corrugated rusty bar cuts into my flesh and tissue. It is thicker than any of their cocks and when it enters my vagina I loose my mind. Its rough edges and rusty coat cut my inner walls open and I can feel the mucus loosen and scrape off.
When it is past my labia they push right through my vagina against my cervix with one big thrust. They pull a bit, then push deeper. Pull and push. They need a lot of force to push it through the cervix and force it to dilate. With a last push it opens and they hit the upper wall of my uterus.
My dry pussy is on fire. The bar cuts the full length of it open and pushes against the needles. It also touches the needles that were pushed into my lower abdomen as it spreads my vagina against them. During all of this I scream and shriek. My body flings around and sweat drips from every pore of my nude hairless skin.
Then they twist. I can feel all the mucous membrane in in my vagina come loose from my raw inner walls. They twist again, then pull a bit. I can feel mucus and blood run down my inner walls around the metal bar.
They push again, then twist. Twist push pull. Pull twist push. My lower muscles cramp around the bar, trying to halt it in place, but to no avail.
Then it stops. I can still feel its rough surface inside of me, cutting into my raw, bleeding inner walls. But I can breathe and calm down a bit. When the deafening pain subsides I can hear them talk.
“I want too!”
“Ok, ok, everyone gets to play with our new toy!”, I hear the leader say.
They shuffle a bit, swap places and it begins anew. I fall unconscious several times and when the third man takes the bar I can't even scream anymore, all I can do is cramp and whimper.
Then it gets ripped out in one big pull and my world fades to black.
This time it is a bucket full of cold water that brings me back. It makes me shiver but it also helps a bit. The cold numbs the pain a bit. This is relative though, as every inch of my abused nude immobile body is pure agony. The worst is my pussy, the sore bleeding inner folds of me. Then my large breasts, especially the nipples with the clamps that press down on the needles inside them. My whole abdomen with dozens of needles under my skin, that move and scratch with every little twitch of my cramping muscles. The stinging pain from the needles in my anus and my butt muscles adds to all of this. My world is pain and nothing more. Every little movement, every cramp sends waves of pain through me. I moan and whimper permanently now.
Then I feel hands on my abdomen. The caress my smooth skin, a sharp slap to my navel sends me me into a screaming jerk. Then the hand runs down over my pubic area, probing the soft skin. When the fingers reach my clit, they play with the chain and I screech a bit.
“You are so beautiful! By the gods I love to just touch you. Feel your warmth under my hands, the softness when I am inside you. If I had the choice I would just use you as a sex slave. Too bad that I have to break you.”
With that he pushes the chain away and his fingers wander into my wide open labia. When his dry finger pushes into my abused sex, I start screaming again. The dry walls are sticky with drying blood which adds to the agony. He pulls out and positions himself to push his dick into me, but the chain is in the way again.
“This was a fun idea, but now it is starting to annoy me.”, are the last words I hear as he rips the chain with the piercing in my clit away and off. I loose consciousness again, but quickly regain it from the cold burning pain deep inside me, as his cock enters my vagina again. I thrash around as far as my bonds allow, but the way my legs are bound up in the air I have to support most of my body weight with them to wiggle a bit and I lack the strength to do much more than that.
I try to scream, but the shock cramps all muscles in my body and no air escapes my lungs. I can't breathe, can't even think. All I feel is white hot pain and all I see is searing white in front of my eyes. In the back of my mind I can feel the hands of the other men on my sweat-glistening body, but even the pain in my breasts vanishes behind the agony in my pussy.
My thrashing makes him come and sticky cum adds to the blood inside of me. He slowly pulls out and draws more blood with him, dripping from his dick and out of my pussy. I feel him stepping over me and sitting on my belly. As the pain in my pussy lessens, I feel his hands touching my breasts. His kneading sends new waves of pain through them and I moan louder. Then he touches the clamps and tightens the screws. The feeling of my nipples getting cut off and pressed against the needles in them is too much. I faint again.
I wake from the pain of the next man pushing his dick into me. As I start screaming again one of them says:
“Should we give her more water? She'll stop sweating so nicely and that noise is too much for my delicate ears!”
“Good idea. Bring the tube.”
All I can do is wait and let the man between my legs rape me. While I lay on my back and on my numb arms, desperation starts to dwell inside me. All this day the pain made it impossible for me to think about my situation, but now I get used to the agony inside me and my thoughts wander. Will rescue come? Will I die and wake up in mount celestial? Or will they break me and I become a fallen? If they would offer me a contract with a devil that would end my ordeal I would immediately sign it. But they are not done with me.
As this thought continues I hear a man enter. Then my head gets pushed back and they push a metal pipe into my esophagus. As the muscles in my throat try to keep it out, they push harder and I start to gag. They force it down my gullet. Then they seem to connect it with something and water starts flowing directly into my stomach.
At first I am happy about the clean, fresh water. But it keeps flowing and as the man who rapes me finishes and the next man pushes into me, I start to suffocate again. The water fills my stomach and after two minutes most of the bucket must be inside of me. The walls of my stomach start to push out and a new pain rises inside of me. My view just starts blackening as I feel the pipe getting pulled out of me. I take in deep breaths and feel the pressure that has build inside my body.
After the last man finishes raping me, I can feel them standing over my nude helpless body and talk silently. Two of them go away, but only, by the sounds of it, to a corner of the room. I hear the clattering of a big clay pot. Then the leader speaks to me:
“We brought our pet to get a piece of you,too.”
The words shock me. Are they going to make a dog rape me? Or even a horse? The thought of a horses huge dick pushing my needle filled, cut, sore inner walls apart frightens me to the core. The agony would be more than I could endure. I wish I could see what is about to come. I try to listen to the sound of claws or hooves, but I hear nothing but the clattering of a clay pot and the excited giggles of the men around me.
The train of thoughts is halted as I feel a tingling sensation between my legs. A soft, semi-liquid thing is touching me. As it slithers forward it touches my spread open pussy and I start to feel a burning sensation. Then it moves forward, its gooey body covering more of my hairless pubic area. The burning intensifies and I start to sweat again. As it moves further over my abdomen the burning becomes a searing pain and I can feel the skin of my vulva and my thinly stretched lower lips dissolve. I start to scream in anguish again.
“It is a small black pudding and it is very hungry. We sliced it up until it would cause only as much damage as we can heal. It will engulf your lower body and then slowly digest you”, he confirms my fears. As the skin of my labia gets liquidated and absorbed, my screams get louder and my throat hoarse.
Just as I fall unconscious from pain a rush of healing energy wakes me again. The skin of my pussy and my abdomen regrows only to be dissolved again, immediately. Feeling how my skin and flesh gets dissolved by acid and eaten by a gooey creature is too much for me. I start to thrash in my bonds, ignoring the pain of the barbed wires and the needles in my skin and flesh. I scream incoherently for minutes and the only time I don't scream is when I pant for air or fall unconscious only to be waken by healing magic again.
I loose count how often this cycle repeats, but when they finally peel the creature off of my body, all I can do is pant and cry.
When the pain subsides enough that I can hear again one of the men kneels between my legs. I feel a finger on my restored pussy. His finger wanders over my slit, which is only slightly open now as the black pudding dissolved my lower lips and the healing spells restored them in their original place. I barely notice it and I am too exhausted to react in any way.
“Let me bring your lips into their proper position.”
It is the voice of the leader and his words make me spasm and moan again.
Then his fingers brush over the soft skin of my thighs. He pushes and I can feel the needles digging deep into my flesh and muscles.
“It seems that all the dissolving and healing has made the needles grown in into your body. Do we have any more needles?”.
I wait for an answer, but one of the men seems to just shake his head as the leader continues:
“Today seems to be your lucky day. No more needles for your pussy.”
His hands wander over the newly grown soft skin of my lower body, abdomen and pussy and I realize that all the needles are now under my skin and even if I would, somehow, escape getting them out or even moving my body just a little bit would be pure agony.
“But one thing we can do again.”
I hear him picking up the metal bar again. My shriek is hoarse as he pushes it against my cervix and then forces it through again. This time he does not take his time. He just twists and pushes it around until I fall unconscious. When I come to he pulls it out violently with all the mucus the healing magic recovered and some blood from my vagina. I fall unconscious again and when I wake up next time I can hear the talk.
“Shall we fuck her again?”.
“I am totally spend. Maybe some of the others want her?”
“Good idea. Bring them down. They helped capturing her and should be allowed to play with our toy, too”
Despite all of what happened, these words still manage to humiliate me. Being called a toy and them talking about using me makes my cheeks burn. Tears dwell around the wax in my eyes and I start to sob.
Then I hear footsteps of many naked feet coming down a stairway and men talking cheerfully. By the sounds of it, I guess they are eight to ten more. The thought of being constantly raped by twelve to fourteen men makes my gut convulse.
I hear whistles and cheers as they come into the room. More feet trample over my wings and hands start caressing my elevated legs, then naked feet roam over my nude body. I lay as still as possible and only when they push harder down on my needled abs or boobs a let out a noise.
“She is even more beautiful than I thought!”
The voice shocks me as I recognize it. It is Rick, an older man, maybe in his late thirties and a comrade in the flaming fist. At least I thought he was a comrade. We were on patrol together, we shared food and drink and stories. We laughed to the jokes a fool told, even though they were not really good. And now he is going to rape and torture me.
“Why don't you tell her who you are? As you can see, her eyesight is... well restricted.”
They laugh and then one after another they tells me their names. The perverse pleasure in their voices make me retch. Nine in total and my head sinks as the last of them says who he is. It is my commander, who send me on this mission. The man responsible for all of this. I knew it was a trap as soon as I came out of that pond, but I hoped it was not orchestrated by the mercenaries I served with and trusted. They were my only hope of rescue.
“And the last one?” the leader asks.
“Esmeralda.” The word comes in a hushed voice. I think, no hope, to hear regret and disgust in her voice. But the name shakes me even more than that of my commander. She is a cute half-elven hunter. Her beautiful sight rivals mine even though her breasts are rather small. She has the typical fair skin of elves, but the round ears and eyes of humans. We were on missions together! We had fun, making the men whistle and woo when we came by. I always had the feeling that she had a slight crush on me, though I never responded. And she is a woman, too! How can she be with these depraved men?
Before I can continue my train of thoughts, the fingers start to explore my tied down body more aggressively.
“How do we continue from here?” one of them asks.
“Well you fuck her. Right now there are two holes you can use simultaneously. Then, when the two are finished, you switch places until every one had his two turns.”
There is the word “used” again. I hate being treated like an object, but I can't stop them and to them I am no more than a sex doll they can use whenever and in any way they want.
I feel fingers running down from my navel. Caressing my lower lips. The cleft that is widened by the way my legs are tied apart. I shiver and shake in revulsion. His fingers glide farther down, feel the needles under the skin of my perinea and push. I rock my body a bit and then he pushes my lower lips apart. He drives his dick in and I start screaming immediately as he scrapes over my injured inner skin and pushes against the needles in my labia.
A second man sits down on my shoulders and lifts my head. His pubic hair brushes my face as he pushes his dick into my mouth. He puts all his weight onto my shoulders and I feel the joints of my arms behind my back crack a little. I try to scream around his cock but it fills my throat and I am suffocating again.
A third man sits down on my belly and starts playing with my tits. Then he pushes his dick between them and rubs his cock. I feel the needles in my tits scrape into the soft tissue inside. The needles in my nipples move around a bit, cutting into the abused buds. I wiggle and try to scream, but to no avail, sweat starts to run down in rivers over my body. I can feel it drip from my hips, run down between my breasts. Over the arms behind my back.
My wiggling and buckling makes them come fast and soon the next men take their place.
“This was round one. Eight more to come.”
After round two I can't move anymore. All I can do is take in a deep breath when I feel a cock enter my mouth. Too exhausted to even move my legs, all I can do is whimper a bit.
During round three one of them rips off the clamps, shouting the are annoying. The pain lets me fall unconscious, but when they are done with their round I come to again.
After round three, all of them came once and the next round takes considerably longer. At this point, muffled cries and sweat is all that comes from me, and after round six, even the cries are too taxing.
When all nine rounds are over, I lay panting under them. In my blinded state I can only imagine what they see. My broken, nude, hairless, wet body, my large tits rising and falling with my breath, an occasional whimper rocking my body.
Now my tits are full of sperm. One of the men comes with a piece of wet cloth and cleans me again, after the leader says the wants my skin nice and clean and not touch the cum of other men every time he plays with my tits. He is very rough and as the needles move in my breast tissue and lobes. I scream some more.
“Can we stretch her legs farther apart? I want a better look at her pussy.”
“I have a better idea. Why don't you search for some more needles, so that we can open it wider? All of you can go, while Esmeralda and I think about what she can get out of this situation.”
“I don't know.” she says in a low voice. “I can't use her like you do.”
“Well I see three possibilities: First you just make her suffer more. We still have a rusty iron bar, that is fun to use.”
I make some unrecognizable noises, as I try to beg her not to do it.
“Second: She licks you until you come. We can make sure that she will be very eager to do so. The bar is a good target for some heat metal spell.
Third: You don't do anything and we assume that you are on her side. That would mean that you will find yourself in a similar position as our beautiful little aasimar here.”
I can hear her shutter, as she answers.
“Getting licked by her sounds like an experience I don't want to miss. But can you heal her a bit, so she can move her tongue again?”
“Sure thing.”
His hands touch my belly and I feel healing energy flow through me. I feel a lot better, but the sound in his voice, as he speaksagain sends cold fingers down my spine.
“You will have to cut her cunt open again, of course!”
“What?!”. She shouts, I cry into the ring gag.
“You will use that rusty bar to destroy her cunt again. I want to see you doing it, as I doubt your loyalty. And if you don't prove it to me, you will end up just like her.”
While I sob, the men come back.
“We didn't find needles, but we ripped some old nails out of some wood.”
“Even better. That will be so much more painful!”
The sheer joy in the voice of the leader makes my gut wrench. He kneels down to me, his knees to both sides of my head. I can feel his half-erect cock at my head. He picks up my head and talks directly into my ear.
“Esmeralda will place her cunt over your face. You will lick her until she comes and you will make a good show of it. If we get bored, we will start breaking your toes. And afterwards we will think of worse things to do to you. Do you understand?”
I cant answer, but he doesn't care anyway. He gets up and Esmeralda slowly lowers herself over me. She seems to be uncomfortable. She places her thighs under my shoulders and her lower body over my mouth. For the first time in over one and a half days the weight of my upper body does not rest on my arms and as the blood flows back into them a burning sensation starts to grow in them. I start sweating again, but I only moan a bit, as I felt so much worse pain, this is barely anything.
I feel her thighs touching my back and my cheeks.
Her lower lips brush my mouth. She is hairless too and I am thankful as by now I despise the feeling of pubic hair in my face. I did before this ordeal started, but having hairy balls in my face and against my lower lips constantly made it much worse.
As my arms are behind my back on the ground and push my upper body up, my head is bend back most of the time. Esmeralda settled above me in a way, that I can lick her without having to lift my head the whole time.
I press my lips against hers and start to explore her with my tongue. Still blind I have to trust my sense of touch. I can feel goosebumps all over her skin and she is not at all ready, to be pleased by me. I will have to work hard just to arouse her, let alone make her orgasm. All the men staring and the thought of being in my position, discomforted her to a point where her pussy dried up. I try to moisten her entrance and the skin under her lower lips. Then I look for her clit and start licking there. Just as I bring my still wide open mouth to her clit and lick it, one of the men starts feeling my lower lips with his fingers. I tighten up and as he pulls my lower lips apart I stop in wait for the next torture.
“May I nail her lips now?”
It is my commander and he seems eager to hurt me more than ever before.
“Of course you may have this joy, after all you made all of this possible!”
As I feel my left lower lips being pulled and then held against my left thigh, is start moaning into the pussy above me. Then a rusty, bend nail is pushed against it. As it slowly, ever so slowly, pierces my skin, I shriek into the clit in my mouth. Finally this gets a reaction and Esmeralda starts to moisten, as the vibration of my screams of pain and agony vibrate into her sex.
Two more of these nails are pushed through my left lower lip into my thigh and when my commander starts to pull at my right lip, Esmeralda moves back and forth. The next nail gets pressed into my flesh and this time my shriek gets a small moan from her.
She bends down a bit and caresses my breasts softly. The next two nails make me scream into her for minutes and I can feel her moisten profoundly. Now she starts to knead my needle filled tits vigorously and this time it is her who inflicts the pain in me that makes her nearly come. When she is short to climaxing she pinches my nipples and presses the sore flesh against the needles in them, i wail so loud and long against her clit, that she finally comes.
I can feel the fluids from her mix with the sweat and the tears that stream around the wax in my eyes. She gets up and walks around me.
“That was a lot more fun, than I thought it would be. Where is that iron bar?”
The words seem to shock the men as much as they shock me. I moan and cry again, as I was hoping she would be on my side. Now she would do the worst thing to me that they had come up with so far.
There are no words, but she kneels down between my legs and I can feel her soft fingers on the now again open flesh of my labia. She spreads my entrance with one hand and the other pushes the dreaded rod into me. It destroys the newly build inner walls and mucus again, causing blood to flow immediately. She pushes the bar against the cervix in one big thrust and when she hits it, she pushes and twists it around a bit. I scream through the whole ordeal at the top of my lungs. The rusty corrugated edges rip into my sex and every twist is so painful, that I nearly faint. When she pulls out again, she does so slowly. For the first time I don't loose consciousness as this is done to me and I am not sure if I should be thankful or not. After the bar left my body, I can feel blood run out of my pussy. It is sore again and I pant for air, as I screamed for minutes.
“Very good! Lets turn her around!”
The leader claps his hands as he says this. He doesn't seem to understand that my cervix was not broken this time. Then his words hit me. Turn me around? What does that mean?
I am still blind, but I can feel the men trample over my wings. They go around my nude splayed out sweat-glistening body.
“The clamps! They need to come first!”
The leader shouts and I hear the rustling of metal on rough stone. Then hands grab my nipples and pull. My shrieks become loud agonized screams as the clamps bite down on them.
I can barely feel how the hooks are pulled out of my wings as I lay there immovable on my back, waiting for the pain to subside, panting.
Then the men and Esmeralda position themselves around me and each grabs either my upper arms or my wings somewhere. Still not thinking clear from the pain in my tits, I don't understand what happens.
Then I get lifted. My legs are spread a bit wider, as more of my body weight pushes them apart and my arms loose the pressure. My muscles were not moved for more than one and a half day. As the cramping muscles shift, pain shoots through my whole body and I scream even more than before. Then I reach the highest point of the turn and get pushed over. I hit the floor again with full force and my tits take most of the impact. I can't scream as I loose unconsciousness as soon as my clamped and needled nipples hit the floor with my full body weight behind the impact.
When I come to consciousness again, my face and my boobs hurt like hell. Now the weight of my upper body is on my boobs instead of my arms and the needles inside of them scrape and grind against each other and the tissue and muscle flesh inside of me. Every breath and every little movement or even twitch hurts more than ever before as the needles are still moving but now also pressed against the floor with my full body weight. I cry and moan again.
Then I feel a new sensation. Something metal is pressed against my anus.
“Can we finally fuck her ass?”
“Not today. That will be the special for tomorrow!”
I protest and scream into the floor. Then I feel the metal enter my anus and get pressed past my sphincter. Another metal is pushed inside me and then someone pulls. I scream in terror as the only thing it can be are hooks from the ceiling.
My body gets lifted from the ground as the two hooks in my rectum pull me up. My tits are dragged over the ground and every needle gets squashed and moved around inside them.
My ass now about hip height above the ground, legs still spread far by barbed wires and the weight of my body distributed between the hooks in my anus and my needled tits. I understand that my torture just started. The meat hooks pierce my anus right behind my sphincter and I can feel them scrape my spine left and right. I go mad.
“We need to fasten those wings. All that flapping around makes me nervous.”
I didn't even realize that I could move my wings again. Now they are grabbed quickly and under the instructions of the leader they are held together behind my back and then hooks are rammed through both at the same time, so that I had to rip them to shreds in order to move them. The thin membrane under my feathers is not very sensitive and I barely feel it over the pain in my ass and tits.
A naked crotch area is pressed against my backside and I flinch as the hands of thirteen men and one woman start roaming over my body.
“Can't we lift her body up a bit? I want to play with her tits.”
“Hm, maybe. See if you can hook her arms in and pull them up with one of the other hooks.”
I hear the rattling of chains above me and then I feel hands grabbing my still tied wrists. My arms are utterly convulsed and as I feel a pull I scream into the ring gag again. Then a hook is fastened at the barbed wire around my wrists and I get pulled up. The agony is indescribable as I leave the floor.
The pains in my arms and shoulders, in my now bouncing needled tits and in my anus compete with each other. I scream and scream until I need to gasp for breath, then I scream more.
When my screams subside into a sobbing I can feel fingers probe my anus, then wander down into my wide spread vulva. They test the nails and needles in my delicate flesh. The still bloody, rough, dry inner walls burn as a finger probes into me.
“No, please no. Don't do it like this. Please let me down, have at least that much mercy.”
My tearful begging only gets me laughter and a few slaps on my naked skin. Two men seem to knead my large breasts as I feel each taken into two hands. The pain from the needles and clamps interrupts my pleading as I shriek. Still blinded I can not see who is doing this. I know that Esmeralda is caressing my face, possibly trying to comfort me a bit, as I can feel the difference between her soft small hands and the rough ones from the men.
Then I feel a dick enter my pussy and my world explodes in pain. As it scrapes over the brutalized inner walls of my sex, that are still sticky from blood, it also pushes me against the hooks in my anus. They drill deeper into my back and I am sure that I get ripped apart.
Some man pushes Esmeralda away and takes my head into his hands. He lifts me up and pushes his dick inside my mouth. As he enters my throat I gag again, but this time I was screaming too much to prepare. I start suffocating right away and slowly my world goes black.
At some point the other men must have realized what happened, as I don't die from air loss. They continue to rape me two at a time, more careful now. But I fade in and out of consciousness, the pain only a distant hunch.
When I come to my senses again, I realize two things: First, the pain in my body is unbearable and second, the wax seals fell out of my eyes. I still can't see as there is a bit of wax on my pupils left and they are dried out, after so many hours under a wax seal. But I can close my eyelids again.
I note that they are talking, but I can't understand them. My pain-blinded mind can't discern single words. I feel sweat run down in streams my nude abused body. Dripping from my abs, my pussy and my dangling breasts.
But I also feel that they lower my head with the chain at my wrists. The shift in weight shoots bolts of agony through my shoulders and anus. Then my still spread open mouth touches a soft, hairless pussy again.
“Lick her until we allow you to stop or we fuck your ass while the hooks are still in it!”
The words terrify me and I start licking immediately. Slowly at first, until it is moistened. Then faster as I feel fingers on my ass, kneading my cheeks and probing my holes. Hands are on my back, on my flanks and caressing my tits.
Then I feel a cock at my pussy. I scream into Esmeralda's cleft.
“Don't stop or I use the other hole!”
This makes me lick again. My tongue plays over her clit, under her lower lips, inside her hole. But it is interrupted by screams as the men fuck my abused pussy once more. The hooks make my backside go numb, but my anus is still on fire. My shoulders too, as they rock back and forth with every thrust.
They continue until all thirteen men came into my, their semen running down my body. It took them long to come, as this was the fifth for them today. Esmeralda comes five times and I feel the orgasms shake her body. My face is full of her fluids, but I continue until the last man comes inside me and I hear the voice of the leader telling me to stop.
Esmeralda crawls away from me, I can feel her shaky legs against my face. The men seem to prepare something new. I hear shuffling and again I wish I could see. Not knowing what is to come makes my mind race. I have no idea, as they already did things to me I could never conceive.
Three men unhook my arms and let me fall down to the ground. My full breasts cushion my fall, but my face still gets bruised as it hits the rough stone floor. Then they unfasten my arms and pull them in front of my face. There they are again fettered with barbed wire, the wrists again crossed. But I can move my arms around and even though the cramps and rigidity in my arms and shoulders make me scream again, it feels good to be able to move again.
Until I can hear and feel the fire. They seemed to have fired up the oven.
“There is room for six of us around her, the rest can heat up their tools. We have enough bars with wooden grips for everyone. No one touches her tits, cunt or anus until I say so! Do you understand? We have only a handful of healing spells left and I don't want to have to end this early!”
“If we use her legs, too there is enough room for eight or even ten of us!”
“Well,... ok, but don't touch her feet or ankles. Same as with her holes, that could kill her and we don't want that right now!”
With my ass up in the air, my legs under it spread wide with barbed wire, my needled and clamped breasts pushed against the floor, my arms in front of my face, all I can do is trying to rest my head on my arms and cry. I know they will use hot irons to burn my skin, to make me scream, to relish in my suffering. My sweat-stained, nude body is completely open to their torture. I feel absolutely helpless and all I want is to die. But they won't let me. I know it will continue and I can't stop it. I would do anything they asked of me, give them any information they might want but all they want is to hurt and rape me, for their own sick pleasure.
In the middle of these thoughts the first hot iron hits me. My right hip is suddenly on fire. I scream and use my new found freedom of my upper body to move away. Until another bar hits me on the other side. I scream and rock to away again. Then I get hit on both sides at the same time. There is nowhere to go. Then my lower back and my shoulders are on fire, too. And my legs. Every move I make to escape the hot irons compels me into other hot irons and it makes my anus hurt even more as the hooks drill deeper with every twitch of my body. When the heat decreases in some bars, they are replaced with others. The more the smell of burned flesh fills the air, the quieter my screams become.
After what feels like hours but is only a few minutes my sweat-dripping body stops moving. I don't have the energy left. Every hot probe makes me whimper a bit more, but I can't even try to escape it. Then the leader gets bored and pushes his hot bar against my pussy. As it enters me, my world goes white with pain and then black.
I am waken by healing magic and they start again. This time it gets pressed into my anus.
Two more times I get healed and two more times I am tortured by hot iron bars, until I fall unconscious.
Then I get healed one last time. I realize that my body lays on the ground, except for my legs, that are still bound by barbed wires. The hooks are still in my anus, but there is no pressure on them. As I lie in a pool of my sweat I understand why I did not need to pee. Even a bucket full of water was not enough. I feel dehydrated and my throat is dry as a desert.
There are many hands on my body. Probing and caressing me again. But I am nearly thankful for the relatively small pain, that is still in my body. Of course my tits are still on fire, just like my legs. But I can endure it and even rest a bit.
“We should prepare her for the night. Grab her wrists and pull them to her neck”
I hear the leader. His command is quickly executed and my arms are pulled behind my head. Then someone pulls the chains from the hooks that are still in my anus. I scream in terror as I think I am pulled up again. But they are pulled towards my wrists and as chains and arms are pulled together my back gets bend backwards. The chains are pulled taught and my back bends until my abs are painfully overstretched and my lower back gets nearly crushed inwards. My tits rise a bit from the floor and one of the men starts playing with them.
Then they lift me up and throw me on my backside again. This time my head takes the full hit and I black out again. More healing brings me back and I can hear the leader shout angrily. As I come by again, he addresses me as much as his men.
“One more round of fucking and then it is time to sleep. Tomorrow will be the hardest day yet and she needs to be well rested for that.”
I loose all slag in my body. The hardest day yet? What could be worse than being eaten alive, getting lifted up by a hook in my anus and fucked? After being raped with a cut and destroyed pussy?
“Just” getting raped thirteen times in a row seems to be like a rest for me. The feeling of dicks in my pussy with just the pain of needles getting pushed deeper into me and not my inner walls being cut and sticky from blood is nearly relaxing. I can catch my breath and I even stop crying for the first time in hours.
It sounds as if they are tidying and cleaning up. I am still blind, so when the hot iron bar hits me I am completely surprised. It is searing, but it is also used as a club. It hits my overstretched abdomen and the combination of a metal bar hitting my abs, the needles still under the skin and the hot iron burning me, nearly lets me black out again. As I buckle and try to curl up, away from the beating, the hooks in my anus rip into my inner walls again.
My helpless nude form gets a beating of my life. A whack and a sizzling right above my navel. Another one just below it. Three against my rips, breaking at least five of them. One against each knee. My right knee is hit on the kneecap breaking it, the other is hit from the side, dislocating it.
The iron bars are swung full force and with every hit, bones break, skin splits open and burns. Someone thrusts into my left armpit, my right shoulder is shattered. After seconds I stop crying and am reduced to a whimpering, flinching wreck.
My overstretched muscles cannot be flexed enough to prevent any of the hits to damage my inner organs. I can feel my liver, kidneys and intestines rip and burst open. A cold sensation runs through my body as I loose all slag and my world goes dark again.
Healing energy wakes me again. The closing of wounds, no creature should survive, shows me once more that not even death will allow me to escape this horror. The smell of burned flesh is still in the air. I can feel two pairs of hands on my nude, trembling body. A rough one from one of the men and Esmeralda's.
“Man I love that healing magic. Not a single scratch is left from all that we did to this stunningly beautiful body.”
It is the leader talking again.
“I want her healed and well rested tomorrow. Nourish her and see that she can sleep a bit. I need her as strong as possible when the real torture starts. And clean her eyes. I want her to see whats coming.”
It takes a few seconds before his words reach my mind. Real torture? What does he mean? This was worse than anything I have seen in my worst nightmares! I scream and cry and beg to try to make them stop. I try to appeal to their humanity. But all I get are laughs as they leave for the night.
Just tie me to a bed and use me as sex slave! That thought scares me. Being “just” a sex slave would be a better fate than this. “Only” be raped viciously by dozens of men without all the extra pain of needles and cuts in my skin, seems like heaven right now.
“Take these goodberries and try to eat them. They will help you gain back your strength.”
I feel a little berry enter my mouth. As it is still spread wide open by the ring gag, I can't chew. But I swallow it and as it enters my stomach I feel the next one in my mouth. After a handful of the berries, I start to feel a bit better. Her hands carefully caressing my face, my shoulders and the top of my breasts calm me down a bit.
“Kill me!”
My voice is hoarse and the words are distorted by the gag. I can feel her hands tense, her caressing stops.
“I can't. Please! Don't ask me this. Just hold on for a bit longer. Help is underway.”
Her voice is shaking and she sounds pleading and tearful. She whispers in fear, as if one of the men was still nearby.
“Two more days and we will be rescued!”
“I want to die since one and a half days. I can't take two more! I want to see mount celestial, before they can turn me. I hear a dark being in my mind. It tries to corrupt me and if it would promise me to end my life in exchange for my soul, I would not hesitate!”
I feel a wet cloth trying to clean my eyes. Hot tears drop down from her on my naked skin.
“If you die now, I will take your place. I am sorry, but I just can't do that.”
As I regain my eyesight, my mind wanders of and as the caressing of my naked skin soothes me, I drift off into a half sleeping half wake state. I wait for more dreams of mount celestial, for a voice, telling me to accept more gifts, that are no use to me in my current situation. And I wait for more torture and rape. The words of “real torture” come to my mind again. But the more I think the more I come to the conclusion that it was a lie, to make me panic more. A mind game, like the one he played before they made me think needles would come next and then I got hit by sledgehammers.
With that thought I fall asleep and the dreams come.
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