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Chapter 1: Introduced to the Art



Lenarta had been idly fingering herself on the bed, as Galifssae and Reesha walked the boy into the chambers. She smiled. She'd been trying to imagine how he'd look, and she was pleased to say that he was even prettier than she'd hoped.

The boy looked frightened. That was good. He had all the reason to be.

The left the guards to wait outside the door. The huge, muscular women were ready to come in as soon as called.

As he was walked further in, the boy's eyes went to the metal pole sticking out of the floor ever to the side, a cock-shaped part at the end, with shackles on both sides on the floor and hanging from above. His eyes widened further as he then saw the whips hanging from the walls. Lenarta grinned.

He truly was adorable! And still pleasantly baffled at his new existence. He had arrived a couple days ago. All previous day he had spent in one of the rape rooms of the central communal palace, with women going in and out. So he at least should have a basic understanding of the way he was to be used, of what was expected of him.

She would make sure to use him well!

As the other ladies ushered the lovely young piece of meat by the bed, Lenarta reached out to pull him onto it by his hair. She laid back down and, spreading her legs, pushed his face right in her cunt. He smartly started using his tongue right away. Good, he certainly had seemed to have learned something yesterday. No doubt his mouth was sore from being used all day long and into the night, but he knew by now that he had no choice in the matter. Mucenian noblewomen were nothing if not gifted in persuation. She got a whiff of her own smell and almost scrunched her nose. Then smiled again as she saw him hold back his revulsion. She grabbed his hair harder and moved her hips to get his tongue in deeper. It felt good, even if he barely knew what he was supposed to be doing.

Galiffssae and Reesha climbed in as well. The former grabbed the boy's arms and twisted them behind his back. She had them in a tight hold while he kept eating, Lenarta's hands tightly holding his hair. Meanwhile Reesha went for his ass and genitals with firm hands. His cock yet remained flaccid. They talked to him in a language he could not understand. Told them how he was their property. How aroused his beaty and youth made them. How they were going to use him. How they were going to enjoy making him cry. Things of that manner. Taunting.

A little while of enoying this, and then they made him lie on his back. They tied his wrists and ankles to the bed posts. Sings of yesterday's restraints were clearly visible on his skin.

Restrains were an important aspect of what the call the Art, the philosophy behind the use of young sex slaves. A central tenent of the Art was to keep the boy in a perpetual sense of helplesness and powerlessness. One way to do this was the use of physical restraints in whatever way he was used. Whether oral, penile or anal rape, or torture, or all the above, the boy was to be tied up or chained.

Rape of course was another central tenent. Ideally (and also in practice), a boy's life in the hands of his owners consisted of daily physical violation. His genitals were to be stimulated againts his will throughout the day for every remaining day of his life. His cock was now but a plaything for his mistresses and a source of misery for him. He was property and his most intimate being now only existed to bring pleasure to others.

And pleasure, it went without saying, was a thing of the past for the boy. What used to be his greatest source of enjoyment was now nothing but a tool of his own violation and torture. Of breaking him and his own will bit by bit. Turning his soul into a proper sacrifice for the Goddess.



Speaking of his cock, it still needed to be prepared. Reesha fetched a vial of the Elixir from a bed stand. She returned and poured some of the clear, oily liquid on his penis, then started to rub it in.



The cock hardened within seconds. It turned out to be quite large when erect, and pleasing to the eye. The boy stiffened against his binds as the Elixir started working: the growing sensation, the arousal. Well, arousal was perhaps not quite right. While the powerful state that the potion caused carried all the hallmarks of arousal, it was experienced as deeply unpleasant by the subject. Yet he could do nothing to control it, or stop his body from responding to stimulus. Everything grew supremely responsive and sensitive, making him oh so vulnerable.

Lenarta smiled wide, suddenly overtaken by delight. Ah, there was simply nothing quite so beautiful as youth! Subjugated to experience, the contrast was as natural as could be. A young boy, enjoyed and used by older women, that was the very basis of the Art. In fact, to earn a right to own and use slaves, a woman could not be younger than fourty years old. It was also the law that no person over twenty could be a slave. Not that such laws were super strickly enforces. And of course in both cases the Queen's Daughter's were the exeption. They were young, and preferred slightly older slaves, generally young men in their early twenties. But even they condoned to the rule that no Mucenian citizen could be a slave. Mostly they were foreign abductees.



But as for the older nobelwomen, boys over twenty were generally prohibited. Generally. Of course, they rarely lasted that long anyway.



The boy was now tied spread-eagled with his cock erect, ready to be used. The ladies ran their hands arounds his vulnerable flesh. His upper thighs were red and chafed from yesterday's hard use, left unhealed. The women also decided to leave them that way. After all, pain and discomfort were intergral to his life from hereon.

They eagerly toyed with his cock. His dislike of this was obvious. The way that it was meant to be. This was the sort of stimulation that his penis was get accustomed to. Torment in constant supply. Actual torture, of course, had to administered in careful measures, at least the more extreme kind. He would have to keep thinking that there was a way to avoid it. To keep him from becoming apathetic. Keeping alive that futile hope that one day he might even be freed. With time, torture sessions tend to become more frequent, as the novelty of the boy started to wear out. Towards the end of a boy's life cycle, some become mere pain toys for the most sadistic women (there were plenty of those) before they were finally disposed of (usually by those same women).



All this was sanctified by the dogma of the cult of the Goddes, the female aspect of the Divine in Mucenian religion. And though Lenarta did not exactly believe in divine powers, she did think that the theology was a nicely elegant way of justifying the things they did. Abusing slaves to please an endlessly sadistic deity. She supposed that they had something akin to the at the male side of the city. but not as refined. They mainly like to rape and torture the girls without thinking. They are, after all, governed by their cocks. And cocks, it was obvious, made terrible governors. They were meant to be subjugated

Galiffssae stopped toying with the boy's cock and then positioned herself over the boy's face, lowering her cunt to his lips. She started grinding back and forth as he did his best to work with his mouth.

Lenarta and Reesha caressed his nicely formed, freshly shaved and smooth body. Admired the loveliness of his youth, his smooth skin and his fresh, dexterous musculature. His skin was nicely tanned. He could have been brawnier, but there was certain allure to his skinniness. Made him look vulnerable. . .



Lenarta then moved to sit on his cock. She slid the hard thing into her wet cunt, smiled at the sensation. Moved her hips around. It felt amazing! Waves of pleasure pulsating outwards from between her legs.



Reesha started playing with the boy's nipples for added sensation. The woman's supple hands were very skillful, and she always seemed to know how to touch a boy to bring about the greatest effect. It was almost as if she was a psychic, able to really feel what the other felt. It was said that the most apt torturers possessed abilities like that. Lenarta wasn't sure she believed in such things. Though Reesha certainly was a very apt (and enthusiastic) torturer!



In any case, the attention to his nipples made his cock even more sensitive, and the boy whimpered as Lenarta moved his cunt around it. This was simple physiology, the way the nipples and the cock were connected. No different than it was with women.

Speaking of which, as Lenarta rode she started touching her own nipples. Connected her genitalia better to the rest of her. Making her whole body tingle. She smiled, both at the sensation and at the thought that this was what the boy felt as well. Only the inverse of pleasure. She could see it clearly in his face, the anguish and helpless humiliation. She loved being the direct cause of that. She ground her hips harder.

And soon she came. A very nice orgasm. And would not be the last.

Then, once Galiffssae also came on his mouth, they switched round. Reesha got on the cock. Lenarta got the mouth.

Lenarta made him stick his tongue as deep in her cunt as it went, then rocked hard back and front until the tail of the orgasm she'd had on his cock turned into a new orgasm. She fucked his tongue as long as the orgasm lasted and then a little more. Then mimicked an order for him to lick her clitoris with long licks. That felt perfect.

Then she heard Reesha orgasming. The boy whimpered a bit as the woman sank long nails into his skin. That distracted him enough to break the rhythm of his licking.

Irritated, Lenarta rose off and struck the boy hard across the face. Then she immediately realized that doing that aroused her. She struck him again. Then again, to stop him from trying to ask her not to hit him. It was clear what he tried to say, even in his barbaric languge.

She used both hands to keep striking him, feeling her arousal grow as he tried to evade her. Sounded like Reesha came again, too. Galiffssae was grinning, pinching his nipples hard. They all loved hurting boys as much as they loved fucking them!

Then finally Lenarta squeezed his cheeks hard in between her fingers, pressing her face close and looking into his eyes like she was going to devour his soul. He looked terrified. He looked anguished. The most arousing look!

"Now you serve me more!" she hissed.

She positioned herself over his face again, this time turning the other way. He was to eat her ass. Galiffssae went to guide his head to make him do what Lenarta directed. First he was made to lick it while Lenarta fingered her clit. After a while, he was to stick his tongue in it while she moved her hips around and continued touching herself. Then he was to suck it and tongue it at the same time. He did that surprisingly well. And soon Lenarta came again. An explosive orgasm, during which she rubbed her ass on his mouth until the last wave had passed.

She rose off his face and smiled down at his exhausted looking face, slime all over his pretty mouth. His cheeks red from getting hit. So adorable! "Now let's clean up that mouth of yours, huh?"

She squatted above his face, making him open wide. She spread out her labia and lowered herself to his lips, then let piss spray into his open mouth. She pissed in bits, giving him breaks for swallowing. He seemed to know what to do. Likely he'd drank his share yesterday. Nonetheless, he looked mortified having to do it, but knew he had no choice. Lenarta smiled.

Once done, she made him lick her clean. And then it was Reesha's turn to take his mouth, while Galiffssae sat on his cock.

They switched around a few more times. Made him eat cunt and ass, which he was getting better at for all his evident disgust. Made him drink more piss. And of course rode his lovely big cock.

Used him well.



Once they had all had several orgasm, they gathered around him, idly playing with his nice body with their hands. He was covered in sweat and their juices. Breathing heavily from the hard use.



Reesha slowly ran her fingers up and down and around his hard cock. "Hmmm," she said. "He has managed not to cum this whole time"



"Impressive," Lenarta said, plucking at is nipples.



"Well we can't have that, can we?" said Galiffssae.



Lenarta grinned. "We certainly can not!"



At that, she got up to take his cock inside her again. He reacted adorably, tensing and whimpering slowly as she gyrated her hips. Reesha and Galiffssae got to the top of the bed on each side of him.



"Hold his head," Lenarta said, "I want him to look into my eyes."



The ladies took him by the hair and by the jaw, directing his face at her.



Taking his nipples into her fingerips, Lenarta stuck her face closer to the boy's locked gazes with him. "Now you are going to cum for us, boy," she said. "You will cum inside me. You will cum inside me whether you want to or not. And you will look into my eyes as you do so!"

She wanted to see the terror and humiliation in his eyes as his body betrayed him. The mere thought almost made her cum herself. Grinning, she then tightened her cunt and started to rock back and forth, giving his cock the ride for his money.



The orgasms boys had when affected by the Elixir were as intense as they were displeasurable. Inverse extacy, someone had once dubbed them. An altogether irreplaceable aspect of the Art. A whole other thing were the pain-induced "orgasms" brought about by intense torture. Those were of course at least as integral an aspect.

Lenarta could see that the boy's body was soon building towards an orgasm quite despite his will. The chagrin was clearly visible in his eyes. When he tried closing the eyes, the other women forced them back open, hissing at him to keep looking at his mistress while she was raping him.

He understood clearly and did as told. And soon Lenarta grinned with all her teeth as she saw he would cum really soon. She could feel a climax building inside of herself as well. She increased the intensity, pinching his nipples harder.

The expression on his beautiful young face was priceless as the orgasm convulsed his features. The defeat in his eyes. His mouth open, gasping and moaning while his body spasmed in the binds. The women all grinning down at him, Lenarta keeping his anguished eyes in hers.

And then she let herself cum too. Making sure he could see the pleasure she took in his torment. Eyes locked, they kept cumming. One in agony, the other in extacy.

The power of forcing him to cum inside her against his will, to bring about such an intense rection! It was beautiful! The Goddess was certainly smiling upon them at that moment.



After enjoing the afterglow on his cock for a few minutes longer, Lenarta finally rose off the boy. The others relesed his head.

Sitting down onto his thigh, Lenarta patted his cheek rather hard. "Such a good little slut he is! Aren't you? Bringing so much enjoyment to your mistressess."

"He is a good toy," Reesha conceded.

"Do you think he's earned a reward, girls?" Lenarta asked.

"Oh, definitely!" said Galiffssae.

"What should it be?" asked Reesha with a wicked grin.

"I'm thinking. . . " With a grin of her own, Lenarta eyed the pole with the cock shaped tip. "A good whipping!"

Reesha clapped her hands together in mock enthusiasm. "Oh, goody! I was hoping to get to hear his cries!"

"He'll cry for us alright!" said Galiffssae, giving his nipple a hard twist. "Won't you, little one?"

He cried out. They all laughed.

The guards were called over. The ladies untied the boy, and the guards lifted him up as ordered, then carried him over to the pole. He started to fuss as he understood what was intended for him, but his flaundering was utterly useless against the strong women. His wrists were attached to the shackles hanging from the ceiling.

Humming to herself, Aliffssae oiled the cock at the end of the pole, then oiled the boy's anus while he hung there, the guards keeping his legs spread out. Then he was hoisted onto the pole, the cock slid up his ass as he cried and bucked. Then, the cock deep enough, his ankles were attached to the shackles bolted to the floor.

The guards ordered to leave once more, the grinning ladies regarded the boy in his ordeal. He did not look too comfortable, hanging there with his legs spread and ass penetrated, whimpering quietly while writhing in vain in seach of a more comfortable position. Well, he was only about to become more uncomfortable.

That beautiful cock of his poked out like the most delicious target. Lenarta could not keep herself from going to play with it a little before they started. Reesha joined her, and together they tormented his penis with their hands and with the tips of their nails, giving it little pinches and flicks, murmuring taunts in his ears, while he kept writhing and whimpering.

Meanwhile Galiffssae went to get something. She soon came back with two small metal objects. She stood in front of the boy, showing the objects to him.

They were nipple clamps, with nasty little teeth on them. Judging by the boy's expression, they were not unfamiliar to him.

With a laugh, the woman then put the clamps on his nipples, one by one. He did not seem to much care for the feeling of them, but then boys never did. Laughing, Galiffssae started to flick the attached clamps, as the boy whimpered louder with increased writhing.

With such lovely reactions, the ladies continued this kind of mild torture for a moment. Playing with his cock and nipples. Laughing, taunting. In between whimpers, he kept repeating some urgent sounding words over and over. Begging them to stop.

And they did eventually stop, but only because they wanted to get on with the program.

The women then chose a whip each, and once had done so stood in front of the boy. As he saw what they were about to do, his writhing intensified. He babbled more in his silly language. The ladies giggled.

"Should we gag him?" Lenarta asked.

"Absolutely not," Galiffssae said.

"No," echoed Reesha. "I'm in the mood to hear him cry and beg!"

"Agreed," Lenarta said. She tested the end of her chosed riding crop against her palm. "Shall we?"



The positioned themselves around him, and after another short moment of letting the tension build up, started whipping him. The first blow was from Galiffssae's multi-tailed scourge, and the tails bit into his inner thigh. He squeled amusingly. Then Lenarta whacked him on the side. Another squeal. Reesha's whip, a thin bullwhip type, licked his chest. Same thing.



And on they went, to his cute noises and writhing on the pole impaling him. They targeted his chest and belly, back and buttocks, and all across his thighs. Red welts appreared where the leather smacked. They deliberately avoided his genitals at first, getting the rest of him due attention first.



As exptected, he cried and he begged. And the ladies lauged and made all other sorts of noises of pleasure and amusement. All of them getting horny all over again.

Speaking of horny, despite the pain cased to him (or more like because of it, the way the Elixir worked), the boy's cock was getting no less hard. Jutting out all invitingly, waiting for it's turn. And perhaps it was getting to be time to give it the attention it deserved.



The ladies paused their whips for a while, repositioning themselves as to all stand in front of him. The caressed and teased the engorged, involuntarily aroused sex organ with their whips. The boy knew what they intended, and reacted accrodingly. Such sweet begging. Boys so disliked having their cocks tortured! Which, of course, was the whole point. The Goddess smiled down upon the sexual torture of young male slaves, the Head Priestess always said. It prepared their souls for her realm, where they suffered for her eternally, tortured and raped by her and her ferocious demonessess.



Lenarta sniffed at the suprestitious nonsense stuck in her head. No one really believed that stuff, yet acted accrodingly. The dogma so perfectly fit their wicked desires!



Without warning, then, she gave the cock the first blow, hitting the shaft. The boy jolted and gave a cry, and just as soon Galiffssae's scourge swissed in the air and landed on it's target, kissing the cock from base to tip. He squaled, and then Reesha gave her long whip a skillful flick, which resulted in the tip catching the cockhead.



And they kept whipping. As blow after blow kept pelting the boy's cock, he hopelessly dangled, bucked, and cried, and begged. But even as the cock turned red and striped, it yilded none of its hardness. The twisted feeling in the boy's head must have been quite something, as the pain only increased his arousal, yet the arousal itself was torturous for him. Should the whipping lead him to climax, he would be in for an even more interesting sensation!



But the ladies stopped whipping him before such a thing could happen. Reesha stopped first, putting her whip down and going to stand behind the boy. While Galiffssae continued swatting the cock a little while, and Lenarta whacked his balls with her crop, Reesha played with his clamped nipples. For a moment they thought of taking him over the treshold in this manner, but then decided against it.



They agreed to force him to cum by hand.



They put their whips away, and Reesha rubbed more Elixir on his cock. She started stroking the whip-raw organ intently, while he twitched and whimpered Lenarta helped, alterating between the shaft and the balls, playing with the clamped right nipple at the same time. Galiffssae went behind the boy and pressed her hand over him mouth, pulling his head backward. With her other hand, she played with the other nipple.

"Now we'll reward you even more!" Galiffssae said.

"Aren't we kind mistresses?" asked Reesha.



They laughed.



The boy did not act as if he was treated with kindness, breathing with whimpering puffs through his nose, twiching as if in great discomfort. He was, of course!



Reesha smiled as her skillful hands worked. "He has such a nice, big cock!" she said.



"Indeed he does!" replied Lenarta.



The boy once again provided them with pleasing reactions as they played with him, twitching whimpering and moaning in their hands. And very soon he came and came with force. A suprisingly strong squirt of cum came flying out of his cock, given that he had just cum inside Lenarta not so song ago. He fought and cried and the ladies kept stroking him. The pain added to the totality of his body's reactions, as the Elixir made his mind interprate pain as a sexual sensation as well. All in all, it was difficult to say how messed up the substance made his world of experience, but observing could could confirm that very messed up it was. Alchemists were evil geniouses!



They gave his cock some five minutes of post-orgasm torture. Then, letting him go for a minute, they looked at him hanging there, shaking. Breathing heavily. Such a lovely sight.



Reesha cocked her head at the boy, then looked at the other women. "Another one?"



Lenarta gave a big, mean grin. "Definitely!"



And so, to his great distress, they assaulted him again.

Another orgasm soon was building. The Elixir would not allow the arousal to leave him, unless an antidote was administered. The boy would keep cumming as long as he was stimulated. And with each orgasm, they tended to increase in intensity. Torturing a boy like this often proved to be even crueler than the traditional kind. Of course, often the two methods were combined.



The boy came again. With more priceless reactions! After this second climax they spontaneusly kept on seamless stimulation until the third. Then, after only 10-20 minutes (who knew really; time did, after all, fly when you were having fun) of moaning, whimpering, shaking, spasmodically twitching futile struggling, his cock gave out yet another one - to a such intense moaning, whimpering, shaking, spasmodically twitching futile struggling that it was funny (well at least they got a good laugh). That last climax and the after-cum stimulation then lasted for another 1-30 minutes until they let him slump in his bongade, shivering and wheeping.

They studied him there, a complete mess after their treatment. Whip marked and orgasmed into exhaustion. Likely he thought he had died already and gone to Goddess' domain of terror. Little did he know.

Poor boy. After this he still had a whole torture session waiting for him with ladies of another clan who had reserved him! And with the clan in question, that meant the most intense kind of pain. Relentless torture. He was not ready for that at all. Yet he had no choice.

The thought made Lenarta smile.



But first there was the matter of the ladies being all horny again.



They called the guards and made them tie the boy back up. Then they used him some more, utilizing his sore, whip-kissed cock with gusto. Making him use his mouth, of course. And they all came. Several times. And so did he, with the aid of another doze of Elixir. Only for him, of course, there was no pleasure involved.



When they were done, the got up and let him lay in bed while they took some wine. Each lady finally sexually satisfied. For now.



Sipping her wine, Lenarta looked at the tied boy, his cock still standing up hard. He was crying softly. No wonder slaves often had such a short life span. It was so much fun to use them up! Taking things slow was just so difficult when your possession was so desirable! You tended to spend it all quickly.



She wondered if there would be much left of the boy for the next clan. Maybe, to be considerate, they'd let him rest a little first. After all, boys were far more fun to torture when they gave their fullest reactions!



Then again, what was waiting for him in the hands of those cruel women would most certainly provoke a reaction. And only alchemy would ensure he did not pass out and miss any of it!



Well, there she went again. Making herself aroused.



Lenarta put down her glass, then went on the bed and once more grabbed the boy's hair, forcing her cunt on his mouth.



Galiffssae and Reesha came and started to play with his cock.



Chapter 2: Rape Room



The ladies walked the boy into the rape room. Their eyes stayed on him every step of the way, drinking up his beauty. Laedia could tell from the two other women that they were as horny as she was. And the Goddess knew that she had such a burning between her legs that she could have ridden the lovely young thing to death within minutes.

But she could stand to take it easier as well. Long and drawn out play was, after all, more sweeter than following your immediate impulses. In fact, looking back the last dozen or so years, Laedia could remember killing only one boy during rape (either suffocated him or choked him, she wasn't sure). That was pretty good, she thought.



Torturing to death, of course, did not count, for such a thing was rarery unintentional.

The boy was taken to a tall table with a platform in front of it. The table itself was cushioned for one to to lie on it comfortably. At the end there were shackles, so that the victim was pressed against the end of the table, his legs attached, leaning forward with wrists attached to the sides. End result was that he was leaning forward against his elbows, his mouth ready to serve the one lying on the table itself. Under the table, one had free access to his genitals, as there was a hole on the endboard with straps to secure the cock and balls.

The boy was led onto the platfrom and Laedia got up on the table, getting confortable. She lifted her skirts while the other women attached him. Then, grinning at him, she took the boy's head by the hair and shoved his face between her legs. His soft mouth on her cunt. He got to work.

She had spent the last couple of weeks traveling for business, sweating in the mid summer's sun. For the last couple of days she hadn't washed herself down there, as she'd know that she would want to be eaten once home. Cunts should only ever be cleaned with boy-mouths, she often said, joking only partly.



Ferrah went to fetch something from the table of toys at the edge of the room. She returned with two objects: a two-headed metal cock attached to a harness and a bottle of lubricating oil. After applying oil on it, she strapped the cock to the front of her (one head went inside of her cunt) and then rose onto the platform. She started oiling the boys asshole. He whimpered softly.



The women's eyes briefly met, and they both scowled. Ferrah and Laedia had been at odds with each other for some time now. Laedia could not remember the reason, but she did know that the bitch annoyed her. Still, they could be more or less amicable next to a shared interest.



After finishing with the oiling, Ferrah started inserting the strapped-on metal cock in the ass. The boy tensed and groaned, and Laedia had to pull no his hair harder to keep him eating.

Once the cock was in properly, Ferrah started moving her hips back and forth. The boy whimpered with his eyes closed. He was no longer a virgin but was far from inured to ass raping. Ferrah, both arms tattooed, held him hard by the hips, nails digging into skin, and started fucking him intently. He moaned in discomfort and pain, yet to his credit kept his mouth working nicely. The vibration from the noise was always a nice touch.

Ass and mouth thus violated, one more important part of him remained unabused. But not for long.

With a wicked smile, Deelah strolled over with a vial of Elixir in her long-fingered hand. She dove under the table, and Laedia watched as the young woman (she was barely in her fourties but already very skilful with the Art) started preparing the boy's cock. Oiling it with the clear liquid. The Elixir took effect very fast, and soon the sizeable organ was completely hard. The woman's hands worked on its slick surface, making a soothingly squelching sound.

The boy moaned louder, now at the sensation on his suddenly very receptive cock. That feeling of strong pleasure that was not pleasure at all, provided by the alchemists who had created the Elixir. Intense sexual arousal, but wholly unpleasant for him.

Yet he tried to not let all this interfere with his mouth work. So Laedia decided she would let him off easy. For starters.

After a little while Deelah stopped and came out from under the table. With an even wickeder grin she walked over to the table of toys. Laedia had a grin of her own as she watched the woman pick something up.

A little aid for stroking his cock.

The device was called a ring-gauntlet. As the name implied, it was a sort of metal glove, consisting of several rings attached to each other with small chains, three rings for each finger, plus three bands around the palm. The rings and bands were dappled with little studs. Stroking a sensitive, Elixir-enforced cock with one (or more) of those gave a nicely intense effect! The studs made it not too painful yet quite uncomfortable. Forcing a boy to cum with ring-gauntles was almost as good fun as it was with a cock-raper! With or without the aid of a (also studded) sound.

Deelah put her right hand in the gauntlet and came back. Before going back down, however, she stopped, and Laedia turned his head towards the woman. Deelah then teasingly waggled her slender, ring-glad fingers at him and, seeing his expression, gave a nasty, sighing laugh before going under.

Laedia pressed the boy's mouth back into her cunt. Then she looked under the table as Deelah, slowly and tesingly at first, started again to play with his lovely young cock. Soon she was stroking it full on, focusing especially on the sensitive glans. The studs rubbing the delicate skin.

The boy's muscled became tensed with all the stimulation, nicely muscled arms looking really hot with the wrists strapped down. Leadia caressed his bicep with one while holding to his hair with the other.

She smiled as she felt the boy struggling to keep his eating going. The invasive sensation of the rings on his cock, not to mention that of the metal cock in his ass, made it hard for him to keep going in a steady rhythm. No worries, she would make him know if he failed to please her. In fact, just in case, she pulled on his hair harder, digging her nails into his scalp a little. He whimpered. She smiled wider. You could always add a bit more discomfort.

Ferrah then reached out her hands under him, finding his nipples with her fingertips. Adding to the overall stimulation. As she did so, the boy's whimpers deepened. His mouth slipping, Leadia pulled on his hair with both hands.

Laedia's and Ferrah's eyes met then, and they shared a grin. Momentarily forgetting their differences as they worked together to best abuse the lovely boy at their mercy. Knowing how to make it as uncomfortable for him as possible.

With a smile, Laedia wrapped her legs around his head, closing him into her fold. Pulling his hair to get his pretty mouth closer against her cunt, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his young lips and tongue as they desperately tried to please her. He had known real torture, she knew, and wanted to do what he could to ensure that his cock would hereon be subjected to only the kind of mild abuse that he now was given. He thought he could effect that by doing exactly what was told.

And while it was true that disobeying was the surest way to get to spend the most time in the dungeons, there was of course no way they could avoid them indefinitely. Torture was what was done to slaves. It was a sport and it was a supreme pleasure. And it was the right and the sacred duty of a lady to subject a boy to.

It was the will of the Goddess.

Thoughts of the darkest deeds done to boys in the depths of dungeons managed to arouse Laedia so greatly that she soon came hard!



How long had it been since she'd last breathed in the cold, damp odor of the torture chamber? Days! She longed the feeling of getting horny to the sounds of muffled screams, snapping whips, the buzz of electricity . . . Longed for the wonderful orgasms from riding a thoroughly worked-over cock, while its owner (former owner was more like it) writhed and cried under you, strapped down helpless.



Her orgasm seemed to last and last, until it finally led to another, an even better one. Once that passed, she still kept the boy eating her, as the pleasure endured. It mattered less what he was doing, as long as his mouth worked, desperate as it was.



Looking under the table, she saw Deelah work the boy's cockhead intently, her beringed fingers twisting round and round. He would soon be cumming himself, judging by the shaking, twitching legs, the swelling cock, and by the way he cried and moaned into Laedia's cunt.

Deelah's already wide grin then became wider as semen started to squirt out. The boy moaned and cried like a woman giving bith, his muscular body twitching and shaking. He was trying to pull his cock into safety, but the binds kept it in the mercy of the woman, whose hand still kept stoking. She was making sure that the rings made maximum impact with the intensely sensitive areas of the penis. Switching between different holds. Using the long nails of her other hand to add to the mix. Torturing his cock with great glee, her teeth gleaming and eyes shining.



To his credit, he mostly kept his mouth working through all this. Laedia could in fact feel another orgasm start to build up. She decided to postpone it as long as she could.



Meanwhile, Ferrah looked to be cumming as her hips slammed again and again against the boy's nice ass. She squeezed his sides hard, never slowing her fucking for a second.



Laedia smiled. Holding onto the boy's blond hair with one hand she stroked it with the other, almost gently. A lovely sight. Such a sweet young thing, raped so thoroughly and savagely! As a boy should be.



After maybe ten to twenty minutes of post-orgasm torture, Deelah came out and walked back to the table. She picked up another ring gauntlet, wore it on her other hand. She returned and went down, and after adding more Elixir started to work they boy's cock with both hands. It did not please him.



Laedia raised her hips and made him lick her asshole for a change. That needed cleaning as well. While he did that, she started to finger herself. The combination was delightful. Soon the boy shook and cried as he came again. Yet the mouth kept working desperately. His anquish and the stimulation gave her another orgasm which seemed to last and last.



The boy was shaking instensly while Deelah under the table was giving his post-orgasm sensitive cock a thorough treatment. Ferrah grinned as she watched his shaking and sweaty muscular back, and then her face convulsed in pleasure as she came again as well.



They kept this up a bit longer until it was time to move the boy. He was strapped on his back onto a different rape-table, and as soon as he was secured the eager ladies got on him. Deelah rode the cock first, while Ferra got onto his mouth. As they used him, Laedia caressed his muscular torso, played with his nipples. They were still red from Ferrah's pinching, nail marks all around.



They switched around a few times, taking turns on his mouth and cock, playing with his sensitive nipples. He came once inside Ferrah and another time inside Laedia, jolting adorable against his binds each time. The ladies each had a couple orgasms.



Then his legs were attached to shackles hanging from the ceiling, his legs spread out. Ferrah strapped the metal cock on again, this time attaching to it a wire leading out of a metal box. This added a weak electric current to the cock, tingly to her but rather unpleasant for him. Wide-grinning deelah wore her ring gauntlets again, also attaching wires from the box. The current would only tickle her hands, but feel very uncomfortable on the sensitive skin on his cock. As if to demonstrate, the lady touched her index finger on the cockhead. He jolted with a cry. The women laughed.



They started on him again. Ferra fucking him. Deelah stroking the cock and adding flavor by caressing his balls.



Being electro-raped did not exempt the boy from eating, of course. Laedia parked her cunt onto his lips and he did his best, amid wimpers. His ass and genitals under a buzzing, crackling assault. He still ate nicely. She toyed with his nipples, facing the other ladies so she could admire their work.



Not long once they'd started, the boy spasmed, and his cock shot out another load of cum. The climax was poweful, causing some intense shaking and jerking. And while Laedia would not permit his mouth to leave her cunt, she forgave if he focused on moaning and crying for a while. The vibrations and the twitches soon brought her over the edge as well.



Deelah continued, of course, as did Ferrah. They were grinning wide at his anguish. The mild-ish pain added to the climax, but since the climax was not primarily pain-caused it did not qualify for a full torturegasm. But of course the line was often hard to draw. Main thing was that the sensation was far from pleasurable for him, as evinced by his twitching and crying. Yet the pain, and the sense of helplessness, only fed into the artificial arousal, which then made those worse. The perverse loop.



It was beautiful!

The insatiable ladies played with the boy for a few hours altogether, switching him into different positions over the many pieces of restraining equipment in the room, keeping mostly in traditional types of rape. The ladies came umpteen times, and so did he. They let his cock go limp a couple of times in between, applying the Elixir's antidote. This was important during longer sessions so as to avoid damaged goods. Not that healing potions could not take care of most damages, as they also healed injury from harder torture: bleeding, cuts, and burns and such, even milder mutilation.

Finally, Laedia came for the last time, rubbing her cunt while the boy's tongue was deep in her ass. He was on his back, sprawled on a table. Ferrah also came, riding his cock, her long legs pulled up so that the heels of her leather boots bit into the sides of his bound thighs. Deelah had gone to sit on the divan at the side of the room, sipping expensive wine.



After orgasming, Deelah and Laedia looked at each other. They shared a satisfied grin, fast friends now.



"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Laedia asked while idly pinching the boy's nipples.



"Possibly," said Ferrah with a sly smile.



"What are you two thinking?" asked Deelah, strolling over with a glass of wine.

"I'm thinking I'm not quite done with him," Laedia said. "A visit to the dungeons might be in order."

Ferrah got off the cock, sat back and started to handle it roughly. Twitches and whimpers. His tongue still in Laedia's asshole. "Yes I would not mind hearing him scream."

"Just the three of us?" Deelah asked.

"Could ask others to join," Laedia said.

Ferrah shrugged, sticking a nail inside the urethra. "The more the merrier."

He spasmed and squealed as Ferrah wiggled the nail. The ladies grinned evilly.

"That's the spirit!" Deelah said.

They giggled.

Then the still grinning ladies called the guards to untie the boy while they got dressed. They then followed as the guards started to drag the naked boy toward the cellar dungeons. They took a few bottles of good vintage wine with them.



A torture session would follow.





Chapter 3: A Torture Session

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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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

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



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

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

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



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



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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then the whips started singing.

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

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

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



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



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



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

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

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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



The ladies traded grins. They began.



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



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



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



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



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



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



The air itself seemed to vibrate with hot anticipation.



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



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

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



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



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



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



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

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

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

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

It was adorable!



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

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



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

And then he came.

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

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

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

And they laughed.

Then they increased the voltage.

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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

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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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

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

She slowly pushed it in.



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

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

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

Grabbing more needles.

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



There was still another layer of pain to add.



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



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

He then came again.

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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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

While she e

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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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

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



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

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

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



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



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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then the whips started singing.

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

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

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



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



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



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

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

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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



The ladies traded grins. They began.



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



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



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



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



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



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



The air itself seemed to vibrate with hot anticipation.



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



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

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



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



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



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



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

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

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

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

It was adorable!



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

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



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

And then he came.

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

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

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

And they laughed.

Then they increased the voltage.

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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

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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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

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

She slowly pushed it in.



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

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

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

Grabbing more needles.

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



There was still another layer of pain to add.



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



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

He then came again.

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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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

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

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

Then eternity of torture.

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



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



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



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



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

Hot iron touched skin.

The boy screamed.

The ladies laughed.



The torture went on.

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

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

Then eternity of torture.

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



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



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



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



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

Hot iron touched skin.

The boy screamed.

The ladies laughed.



The torture went on.

Chapter 4: Meet the Queen

Dimillah smiled at the terrified way the boy walked in between her and the other ladies. Naked and, though tall, standing shorter than they did in their high heels. Pulled by the leash around his neck, as slaves did in Mučenia. A lovely sight, with whip marks crisscrossing his smooth, shaved skin. Delicious, youthful complexion.

He was right to be terrified, of course! This was a big moment for him.

"You should consider yourself honored," she told him as they walked the long hallway. "The Queen asked for the most beautiful of new boys."

Of course he did not understand a word. She laughed, grabbing his firm ass cheek, giving it a slap.

His beauty really was something else. Of course all slaves had to condone to certain standards of attractiveness (who, after all, wanted to rape or torture an ugly boy?) but there was attractive and then there was attractive. And in this boy's case, he had the sort of sublime beauty gazing upon which immediately lit a glow in your abdomen. Make your hands itch with all the nasty things you wanted to do to him. Adorable pretty face, lean muscular body, and general loveliness about him which defied explanation. A real doll.

The Queen would love him!

Which, of course, was very bad news for the poor young thing. The Queen just happened to be known as the most sadistic woman in the realm, followed closely by her daughters. It was known, for example, that when raping a boy, the Queen could not orgasm unless she was hurting him. Dimillah had known many women like that. There were ways to make rape quite painful for him, and the Queen had perfected those over the decades.



Dimillah grinned. How she would like to be a fly on the wall watching the old lady playing with him. The other ladies eyed him slouching between them. Likewise grinning. They were probably thinking the same thing.



"Are you ready?" Dimillah asked him at the entrance. She laughed.

They entered.



The large throne room was filled with the Queen's court ladies, sitting around on divans. Some of the women were exceptionally young, in their thirties, some even as young as in their twenties. This one place in the realm where rules could be bent. They were drinking wine and having snacks. Some had their own slaves with them, serving them. The slaves' heads buried in between legs, mouths working. Or, in case of one boy further to the side, on his back on the floor with one lady vigorously straddling his face while another one rode his cock.

The Queen sat on her luxurious throne, waiting. The lady was well in her seventh decade. With Intimidating splendor in her fabulously expensive ornate clothing, covered in opulent jewelry. Externally she was not at all different from a usual noblewoman: tall, sharp features, olive skin and long black hair (in her case, dyed), extensive jewelry, clothing of silk and leather (albeit even more expensive than normally), heavy makeup, long fingernails painted black. The disposition, though, set her apart from anyone else. Poise, almost divine, oozing unhindered cruelty embedded within profound glee and depraved sexual rapacity.

No boy ever gazed upon her without despair in his heart. And for good reasons.



This boy was no exemption, practically shrinking as they stopped in front of the throne. The woman eyed him for a moment.

"So this is him?" the Queen asked in her voice mixed with ice and amusement.

"Yes, Your Grace," Dimillah replied.

The Queen regarded him, giving a small nod. "How is his tongue?"

Dimillah smiled. "Limber, Your Grace."

The Queen's replying smile was cold. "Good. Let us see about that, then. Bring him forth."



They took him over and pushed him on his knees in front of the throne and started to attach his wrists. The Queen hitched up her skirt. Even before the shackles were fully attached she grabbed his thick hair hard with both hands and pressed his pretty face in her cunt. Smiling, she wrapped her long legs around his neck.

Immediately he started licking and sucking. Well versed by now in the basic technique, and was actually rather good at it. Dimillah smiled. He was so adorable. Trying so hard to please this intimidating, notoriously cruel and sadistic woman half a century older than him.

And from the way she looked at him, you could see that he was doomed: she liked him.

As he worked, the Queen pulled his hair. She dug her nails in his skin. She pinched his nipples. A look of sublime pleasure on her face. The hall around her it was silent except for the eating sound, her quiet noises of pleasure and his occasional whimpers when she hurt him.



And it wasn't too long until the Queen had an orgasm. She moaned, pulling his hair, clawing at his back. Wrapping those legs hard around him. The heels of her boots biting into his skin. And she kept him eating.

Once she seemed satisfied, the Queen pulled his face up by his hair, tapped his flushed cheek harshly. "He's good little licker," she said. She gazed between his legs. "How is his cock when erect?"

"Quite big your grace," Dimillah said. "And beautiful."

The Queen smiled. "Excellent." She gestured in front of her. "Have him shackled there and get him hard. Then torture him." "There" meant a small torture station some five paces in front of the throne, cock stocks and shackles in the ceiling and on the floor.

"Very well."



The boy was taken to the station, his legs spread out and ankles shackled, his arms raised straight above him and attached to the double manacle hanging on a chain. Then his hips had to be pushed forward so that his genitals could be fastened securely to the stocks, leaving him in a very vulnerable position. His privates on display for Her Grace, ready to be violated for her pleasure.

Dimillah addressed the Queen while sharp-toothed clamps were attached to the crying boy's nipples. The women doing it laughing sadistically.

"Anything particular you want done to him?" Dimillah asked.

"Nothing special just now," the Queen replied. "Just make sure you hurt his cock plenty."

Dimillah smiled. "Of course your grace."

Fulfilling such a request would be nothing but her and the other ladies' pleasure. First, thought, he needed to be prepared.



Dimillah took a vial of Elixir from her pouch, grabbed the boy's limp cock and poured some on it, started rubbing it in. She grinned at the lovely feeling of his cock hardening in her hands. She particularly loved the look on a boy's face which inevitably came at this moment: the humiliation and helplessness over having no control of the most intimate aspect of his own body, the profound and unbeckoned "arousal" which took him, and the knowledge that what would follow would be even less pleasurable!



Once the cock was fully hard, Dimillah took a second vial of the other type of Elixir, the kind enhancing penile sensitivity, and applied it. Grinning wide with her eyes locked onto him, she then raked his increasingly-sensitive large cockhead with her long nails, relishing his twitches and whimpers.



After a while she released him, the ladies preparing to proceed with the orders given.



The Queen's coldly smiling eyes were on the boy's stiff penis. It was a beautiful thing when rock-hard like this: long and thick and very esthetically shaped. And so vulnerable.

Dimillah produced her favored thin-tailed scourge which had extra sting to it, meant specifically for cocks. She got into position, smiling. The big, hard thing sticking up, trapped in the stocks, was a truly wonderful sight! His sexy body heaved as he whimpered quietly in dread anticipation. Everyone in the room was a happy to watch this as Dimillah was, but especially those who, like her, got to be whipping him. Four ladies, all mean grins. Diabelle behind him playing with his clamped nipples.



"Shall we gag him?" Dimillah asked the Queen. She was glad to see the woman shake her head.



And then the whips started pelting his erect member. Everyone in the room grinned or laughed out loud at his piteous squealing!

Dimillah didn't know, or care, where the boy was from, but she'd had ones speaking his language before. It sounded lovely. While begging was beautiful in any tongue, it was especially so in his! Made you want to make him do so as much as possible.



Driven by primitive instinct, the boy kept yanking his hips, trying desperately to pull his cock out of the stocks, but it wasn't going anywhere. Helpless target, stuck exactly where it was, the sensitive skin becoming raw and striped. Yet he could not help trying to escape. Adorable.



Must have hurt his balls yanking like that, Dimillah thought with pleasure, suddenly getting the desire to give his fruits a good beating. Well, this current torture was doing well to satiate her sadistic urges. And his testes were sure to be getting plenty of attention today later still.



The Queen waved a hand then and the whipping immediately stopped.



"You," she said, pointing a bony finger at Diabelle. "Rape his ass while they continue to whip his cock."



She smiled, "Very well, Your Grace."



Diabelle got out the strap-on metal cock with one end going inside herself and the other left outside. She oiled the cock and the boy's anus. Then slowly entered it in his anus as he cried.

"Cover his mouth with your hand as you're fucking him," the Queen ordered. The lady had very specific tastes.



The whipping continued, now accompanied with Diabelle's steady, brutal thrusts as she violated the boy's anus. The boy's cries now muffled by her firm hand. The muffling made them no less lovely!



They took a break from the whipping to grab candles and douse his cock with hot wax. His high-pitched squalling at the heat was really amusing! They whipped off the wax, then poured more. Repeat. And repeat. Each round was more painful than the last, this was clear from his crying. Oh, those beautiful tears!



Once the whipping was done, they oiled his cock again and took some time playing with it. He whimpered so cutely as they probed the sore organ. Especially at their nails dancing around the reddened glans. Deelah also made sure to handle his nice big balls, the shaved skin so smooth in her hands. The boy twitched and whimpered as the eager ladies toyed with him. His genitals. His lovely muscular body. All the while Diabelle kept raping him, one hand over mouth, the other handling his other nipple.



After some more manual fun, they brought out the electrical unit. Six electrodes attached. Diabelle stopped fucking him for long enough to wire up the metal cock as well. Then she re-entered it. The shocking did not begin immediately, but the way it was wired it would start once they electrodes were used.



They started by shocking him here and there, drawing cute yelps and cries into Diabelle's hand. He spasmed and twitched as electricity struck all over his body while simultaneously shocking his anus. The current would be milder on the part of the cock inside Diabelle, creating only pleasure.



Then they focused on his erogenous zones. The nipples, clamps removed, and the genitals.

Oh, the fun they had! The electrodes brushed up down and around the lovely engorged penis. Caressed his balls and his nipples. It soon became obvious that this boy had intense dislike of electrical stimulation. The way he shook, whimpered and cried like a child. Diabelle's hand firmly over his mouth and head pulled back, she nibbled and licked his ear while she kept fucking him with the electrified cock. Shocked within and without, thoroughly stimulated. His body and mind interpreting it as an intense sexual experience, albeit a most disturbing one.

They kept turning up the voltage.

The Queen and her court watched his distress with a nasty, hungry glow in their eyes. And who could have blamed them. His sweet, helpless agony was really delicious, especially when combined with his supreme beauty. His gorgeous muscle-bound body writhing and twitching. Certainly none disagreed that a struggling beautiful boy was the loveliest sight! Queen's fingers worked hard in between her thighs, the other hand caressing her nipple.

But: he still did not cum! It was actually quite impressive how good he was at resisting it. This Dimillah and the ladies had noticed as they'd been playing with him earlier. He'd resisted cumming so very hard. Which of course had made it even more fun forcing him over the edge: time and time again as he'd whimpered moaned and struggled against his binds! And now they got to torture him for the pleasure of the Queen herself. Oh what a good time they'd had with him today!



"Enough!" The Queen bellowed, and the buzzing of electricity stopped. She waited for a while. "Time for him to cum for us." She gestured. "Give him the salty finish!"



Dimillah grinned wide. The salty finish was a delightful way to make a boy cum! Famously favored by the Queen.



A sack was brought by her feet, and she opened it. It was filled with coarse sea salt. She was brought a flask of oil, and she took some on her palm and rubbed it in. She dipped her hand in the salt-sack and as it came out dozens coarse salt minerals stuck to her palm.



Dimillah wrapped her fingers around the boy's cockhead. He whimpered and struggled at the sensation. How it must have burned! She then started stroking with circular motions, holding the base in the iron grip of her other hand. Evidently this was not fun for him at all!



The whole time Diabelle kept fucking him, now without electricity again.

"Block his airways until he cums," shouted then one of the younger women of the court. This drew immediate nods of approval from those around her.

The Queen gave the woman a look, then met Dimillah's searching gaze. She gave a small nod.

Diabelle pinched the boy's nose shut in addition to the hand already over his mouth. How he struggled in vain against her strong hold! Another lady continued playing with his nipples.



"Better cum quick!" the young woman yelled, and giggled. She sipped wine with one hand, holding hard the hair of the boy working his tongue between her legs. She actually looked quite young, but was evidently as cruel as the older ones. Surrounded by a whole entourage of younger ladies. None looking too kind.

Soon another young lady from the entourage stood up and came over. A very tall and beautiful girl with a delightfully mean smile. He took over the nose from Diabelle, pinching it closed, while also starting to play with one nipple.

After the young ladies' initial snickering subsided, it got real silent. In addition to the crackle of braziers, the only sounds were the squelching of Dimillah's long-fingered hand vigorously stroking the boy's delicious cock and his whimpers and struggles echoing in the hall. His crying and writhing were so very arousing! The Queen vigorously fingering herself.

The silence was occasionally dappled with giggles and other noises amusement and pleasure from the young woman or a call of encouragement from one of the others. The Queen did not seem at all bothered by this, and it only made Dimillah smile. Oh the callow cruelty of the youth! It was a shame in a way that young women were by law forbidden to play with slaves. They seemed to have natural talent for it!

It was cutting close, as the boy still stalled in cumming. Dimillah was starting to worry he'd not make it.

But then, finally, he came to save his life!

There was a round of applause as cum came squirting out, his whimpering turning into a panicked groaning wail. His cumming was delightful, a powerful squirt. (Dimillah was quite surprised he had so much left in him, although of course one of the things that the Elixir did was greatly increase sperm production.) His reactions were really precious: shaking and twitching and struggling desperately.

The young lady, grinning wickedly with the tip of her tongue in between her pearly teeth, held on a little longer to his nose, relishing his hopeless bucking, while playing with the nipple caught in between the tips of her nails. A pure sadist, without a doubt.



Then she finally relented. The boy was still struggling and twitching and now berthing in panicked, whimpering puffs through his nose. He still had a lot going for him. The fucking of his ass. The merciless grinding of Dimillah's hand around his post-cum sensitive, whipped cockhead, with the coarse salt burning and rubbing, his balls squeezed in her other hand. Diabelle and the girl toying with his nipples.



The Queen was cumming, rubbing vigorously and groaning.



The young girl then moved to also get a turn in the post-orgasm torture, and Dimillah allowed her to, moving to take the nipple. Teeth bared, the young lady set her slender, long-nailed fingers to work, giggling like a little girl at his whimpering and twitching as she played with his super sensitive cock. She clearly had much experience.



Dimillah saw the girl who had ordered his airways to be blocked push with her heeled boot the boy between her legs so he fell on his back. She laughed, then barked an order to some guards who roughly brought him up and started to tow towards the door. She and an entourage of young ladies rose and went after them. And as the girl torturing the boy saw this, she ran after them too. Seems as though that slave was in for a rough evening as well.



Dimillah took hold of the boy's cock again, and they continued for a while longer. Once they were done with the post-orgasm play, they let him slump in his bondage. He was breathing in heaves, weeping.



Yet his true sufferings were still ahead.

True enough, the Queen rose from her seat, drying her fingers with a cloth. "I am pleased." She addressed her court. "Taken him down and clean him and heal him. Give him more Elixir. Have him then taken to my chambers and tie him to the bed. And while I'm enjoying him, prepare my personal torture chamber. I will also require some assistants there, about a dozen will do." She looked the panting boy up and down and gave him a chilling smile. "There shall be no sleeping tonight."

The court ladies were grinning all around, eating him with their eyes. Some of them came with guards and started doing as told. The boy cried, begging piteously in his sexy way. Sensing, no doubt, that his evening of torture was far from over. All the infamous creative cruelty of the Queen's court still awaiting him.

As he was being taken down, some of the ladies took the opportunity to fondle him, groping his cock and balls. They laughed at his cries. He was very sore already! And not only from the torture but from cumming. And not only just now either. Anticipating the evening's outcome, Dimillah and the other women had been having fun with him all morning and afternoon. And once the Queen was done raping him, once she and her court were playing with him in the torture chamber, he would be cumming many more times. Not one of those times would be the least bit pleasant for him.

Based on her experience, she knew the Queen would want to keep him. He would not last a week! As they dragged the wailing boy away, Dimillah spent some time looking after him. Contemplating his exceptional beauty, feeling some regret. In her care, he might have been good for an entire year.



But what the Queen wanted, the Queen got.



As they walked out, Dimillah realized that she needed more play. She was ragingly horny!

Then she smiled, as she remembered that a new boy was brought today. If she were quick, she and her entourage could reserve him first. And if they did, it would definitely be the dungeons to where they would head.



A new boy, freshly abducted, and thoroughly tortured first thing: yes she quite loved the idea. Really delicious!



She shared her idea to the other ladies. They loved it as much as she did. So they hurried all the way back to the communal palace. They practically ran!

Chapter 5: Needles and Hot Iron

The boy looked like a beat dog as he walked in between the three women who brought him. Shakia shared a smile with her comrades. There was much for him to learn yet. And they were excellent teachers.

He was new and yet to be introduced to the torture chambers. The Ha'ekthe clan were just the right ladies for such an introduction.



"You're late," she told the women as they came over.



The one leading gave her a haughty glare. "We got a little carried away with him. Forgot the time."



Shakia snorted, looking the boy up and down. She smiled. Very lovely. Good body. Beautiful face. Looked nice and innocent. Sensitive. "Well, I can understand."

She proffered a hand to receive the end of the leash. When she got it she yanked hard to pull the naked boy closer. She looked at him more carefully. Ran a hand over his limp cock and balls. Not the biggest cock, she noted, but hopefully a grower.

"There are still marks on him," she observed.



The other woman said nothing to that. The fat fool.

Shakia shrugged. "No matter. We shall simply leave marks of our own." She handed the leash out to her clanswomen. The boy was pulled into their midst, their hands feeling up his naked loveliness. Wicked grins.



No more words were wasted. Fun times awaited. So the Ha'ekthe ladies departed with their price.

They pushed the lovely young thing down on the ground before they started walking him down the hallway, making him crawl on his hands and knees. It was with utmost humility that a boy was to approach his place of torture.



They took him all the way to the communal palace's east wing where their clan had their private torture chamber. And although he did not speak a word of their language, on the way there they kept describing to him what they intended for him. How much fun they were going to have. Surely the glee in their voices, their general disposition and the way they looked at him was enough to tell him they were not kind old ladies, that he was not going to be much enjoying his time with them!



Finally they arrived and entered the chamber. As he then saw the torture station at which they were first planning to play with him, with the tools in plain view, he panicked. He tried to get up and escape, but two guards trapped him in their iron embrace and from order carried him over the station. He struggled so cutely as he was dragged to the torture bench, raised onto it and tied down.

The ladies giggled the whole time, so precious was his fussing. Almost as if he knew what exactly they were planning to do to him!

His arms were stretched out above his head. Straps around his lower abdomen, under his pecs, around his neck and forehead, his head placed on a slightly raised platform with a cushioned leg support on each side to make sitting on his face more comfortable. His legs were spread out wide, ankles shackled to poles far out to the sides and upper legs strapped to the bench. He cried as his legs were spread out, delightfully uncomfortable. The bench only reached down to his lower back, allowing free access to his anus.

The boy securely bound, he was babbling urgently in his own language. You did not need a translator to recognize the universal language of begging. Begging for them to not hurt him. To spare him. Promising he would do whatever they wanted, as if that wasn't the case already.

He was obviously terrified (as he should have been)! And from the expressions of the other ladies, Shakia could see that this amused and aroused them every little bit as much as it did her.

She ordered a guard to force his jaws apart. As the big, muscular woman did so, Shakia attached and open-mouth gag to keep his jaws wide apart. He whimpered. The straps around his neck and top of head kept nice and immobile. Meanwhile, the others were preparing his cock with the two Elixirs. It did get considerable larger as it became erect, she noted with pleasure.

Shakia poured some of the third kind of Elixir in his mouth, the invigorating kind that would keep him conscious no matter how bad they hurt him. It would definitely be needed!

Smiling, she took pliers from the table. She inserted them into the boy's mouth, catching the tip of his tongue. She pulled it as far out as she could, and he cried out. She then produced a long needle and entered it through the small hole on the top of the gag. The boy screamed and jolted against his restrains as she pushed the needle through his tongue. The needle's tip locked into a specifically designed mechanism on the bottom of the gag, leaving the tongue out, skewered into place.

Shakia examined her work, nodding, satisfied.

His cock was ready too, standing up rock hard, Elixirs for involuntary arousal and increased sensitivity rubbed on. A wire around the base and tied to a loop on the floor under the bench keeping it upright. The laughing ladies were giving it little flicks, his wide-spread legs twitching as they did. Just as the rest of him, his penis was also whip-marked from the previous ladies who had inconsiderately left him unhealed. But it did not matter, he might as well have been raw already as they started.

She stroked the boy's soft cheek. Then slid her hand down, stroking his neck, his chest. He seemed to shiver at her touch. She caught a nipple in between her fingers and rolled it, drawing a moan from him. Then she took a needle. He cried pathetically as she slowly pressed the needle through. Then she repeated the procedure with the other one. Through it all, his tongue wagged as he screamed, torso kept firmly immobile by his bondage.

Then she let her skirt fall to the ground, grabbed a riding crop from the table, and climbed to sit on the boy's mouth, facing towards his cock. His warm tongue delightful against her cunt, she ground her hips back and forth so as to settle it into the groove. She smiled dreamily. He moaned.

The other ladies were likewise ***********ing whips. It was time to begin.

Once everyone was ready, they gathered around the whimpering boy trying to adjust himself on the bench as to be just a little bit less uncomfortable. Failing.

They laughed.

Then the whipping began.

They targeted his legs, his chest, his belly, and his cock and balls. The tongue moving inside Shakia's cunt, the vibration from his keening as he hopelessly writhed under the whips' attack, the sight of his lovely shaved boy body shaking and twitching, muscles flexing, all gave her deep pleasure as her crop kept striking his cock. She aimed mainly for the head, hitting almost every time, going at it from different angles. The more pleasure she felt, the harder she stuck. And vice versa. The cock swelling and twitching beautifully under the attack. And hers wasn't the only whip pelting it.

The boy's reactions to whipping truly were adorable: convulsing and crying as though this was as bad as them hurting him would get! He would soon think differently.



After a good warm-up whipping, the ladies produced flasks containing hot oil. Shakia took the opportunity to focus on riding his tongue, grabbing his pierced nipples as she did so. The others started to poor oil all over his naked body. He spasmed and squealed amusingly. He reacted especially strongly when it hit his cock and balls. The two women, Ezerrah and Shiah, in charge of the genitals dripped the oil with slow deliberateness, savoring his agony. They squeezed the head to force the urethra open, then poured oil down there. He screamed into Shakia's cunt. She shivered with arousal and pleasure, twisting the needles hard.



Once they were done with the oil and put the flasks away, the ladies' ears pricked at the sound from underneath Shakia.

He was weeping. A pathetic wail. Shakia could feel the tears mixing with the wetness from her cunt.

The ladies shared look, then laughed spontaneously. They hadn't even started torturing him yet!



This was a very promising start.

Then it was time for needles.



They started with his hands and feet. One lady for each hand and foot. Ermilanda started, singling out an index finger, pressing the tip of a needle under the nail. Then pushing it in.



He screamed, smasming violently. They laughed. Then the next lady went, and a needle pushed underneath the nail of a pinky toe. Same reaction. As needle after needle went in, he reacted so delightfully, giving Shakia's cunt such a good time. She shivered with pleasure, moaning and grinding hard her wetness against him. She fucked not only his tongue but his nose as well.

Needles under his nails, the ladies then focused on his genitals. They started by just sticking needles into his scrotum, forgoing the balls themselves just for now. Needles in testicles tended to take the attention away from the other places, so great was the pain.

So after the scrotum, the cock was next, namely the glans. Each lady grabbed a needle or two and simultaneously set the tips against the sensitive skin. Teasing it. They smiled at each other over the whimpering, tied-up boy. Then pressed.

The boy screamed and spasmed satisfyingly as the needles were pushed into his cockhead all at once. Shakia ground her soaking cunt against his wagging tongue, digging her nails hard into his pecks. The sight of his nice abs flexing as he hopelessly fought his restraints sent her on the verge of orgasm, but she yet held back.



Slowly they stuck the needles in. His fingers and toes with their own needles wiggled as he spasmed in agony. Then they took more. Pushing them in. Laughing the whole time.



They stuck his glans full. Then it was more whipping. This time the focus was solely on the genitals.



The whipping moved the needles in his cock, pushing them in deeper, some out from the other side, some getting pushed out altogether. Most of them stayed in, though. They kept on whipping for maybe ten minutes, and by then the screams had tapered into something more of a hoarse whine. He still struggled nicely.

They stopped. The whips had caused blood to spill out from the needle holes. It was now running down the length of his ever-hard penis. Adella then walked over to the side table and grabbed bottle of heated salt solution to pour on the bleeding cock. The resulting pain was so intense that it gave the boy and immediate torturegasm, causing cum to squirt in a big arc while he screamed and spasmed. The ladies giggled at how far the cum flew! Some landing on Shakia's thighs.



They slowly pulled out the needles and afterwards rubbed the still bleeding penis with another solution to close the wounds. As it happened, that was painful too. He screamed, they giggled.



And on they moved. If there were any wounds left on him, there was one sure way to close them: burning.



A brazier was wheeled over. It was filled with wood-handled irons of different sizes, the iron parts resting in the red-hot coals.



The women picked an iron each. Metal glowing in the dim dungeon light. A thin, long rod was handed to Shakia. She smiled at the beautiful glow.



They started kissing him all over his naked body with the hot irons. Tapping his legs, his feet, his belly and chest, his arms, circling around him. He screamed with the initial shock and kept on screaming and crying, jolting violently in his binds. His tongue moving so vigorously! Shakia moved her anus on it for a little change, then her cunt again.

As the other women touched him all over, she started to poke the shaft of his cock. Right, left, middle, starting from the bottom and slowly moving up. Then she reached the top, started circling the glowing red tip of the iron round and round the juicy head, which expanded with the intense pain.

The others stopped their work so that the boy could fully appreciate the agonizing pain on his cock. His crying and jolting and straining proved that he was sure appreciating it! Burns appearing all over on the rock hard organ.



His screams and his shaking finally made Shakia cum! She put the iron away to focus on grinding her cunt in his face as the throes took her. Twisting his pierced nipples.



Then the other ladies started to play with the cock with their irons, focusing on the head, and he soon had a shrieking, smasming torturegasm. There was a hissing sound as cum spilled on red-hot iron. They continued, of course, laughing at his great distress.



Once they were finally done, his cock was covered in nasty burns. The glans dark purple and swollen. They then applied some healing potion to return it to a more aesthetic state.

The boy was panting and wailing underneath Shakia's cunt, shaking uncontrollably, drenched in sweat. Left to recover for a fleeting moment. It would have been pleasant to rape him then, to ride that tortured cock while he cried. But this session was about causing pain, not indulging in fucking. Just yet. They would take their turns once they were done, and ragingly horny by then. They would make that painful too, of course.



After a moment's respite they continued the torture.



They took more needles, long ones, heating them up against hot coals. The ones in his nipples were removed and replaced with hot ones. Same with the ones underneath his nails. Then hot needles were stuck through his cockhead. Shiabelle and Alansha were doing this as Adella held the shaft. They made the needles glow red before sticking them in slowly while he shrieked. Grinning and giggling. Adella's fingers stroked his thick shaft as they did this, almost lovingly. And once they had cooled, they pulled them out and did another round. While this was going on, the other ladies periodically either touched him with irons or gave his swats with whips. Having wine in between.

Shakia focused on the feeling of his screams and tongue on her cunt, twisting the now-cooled needles on his nipples.



Adella then started to oil his anus, while Shiah brough out an iron with a glowing, cock-shaped end. Together they started to insert in in the anus. To massive shreaking and struggling. How helpless he was to stop them! How his conciousness refused to grant him mercy! Being ass-raped with hot iron was surely beyond agony!



Ezerrah grabbed a thin rod out of the brazier and took hold of his shaft. The urethra still oily, she inserted the rod and started fucking his cock with the hot iron. The other ladies also look thin rods and used them to tap and brush all over the cockhead.



Out of everything so far, being rape-tortured with hot iron so brutally easily caused the most screaming and hopeless fighting in the poor boy. And that was saying something!

The ladies were sure enjoying themselves. Giggling and taunting. Taking breaks to apply healing but always carrying on the treatment right after. About as intense as torture could get. He had many torturegasms in a relatively short time! Shakia also came several times.

After who knows how many minutes of this, they finally stopped, healing the shaking, bawling boy once more. As the cooled metal cock was taken out, Shakia jumped off the boy's face wet from tears and sexual fluids and grabbed the thing. She stuck it back among the hot coals, leaving it until it got back its glow. Meanwhile she went to detach the needle piercing the boy's tongue. He cried out as yanked the needle free.



The boy seemed to be repeating some word over and over as she returned with the once more heated iron. Raising it above him, the grinning Shakia then shoved the iron into his open mouth.

He screamed and gagged simultaneously as the laughing, aroused Shakia fucked his mouth and throat with the scalding hot cock. Tears streamed from his eyes.

Alansha roughly stroked his cock and balls. Ezerrah was raping his anus with three fingers. Adella and Shiabelle playing with the needles on his nipples. All smiling so wickedly at his suffering. How Shakia loved spending such quality time with her lovely clanswomen!

Once the fun started to wear off, she put the iron away and climbed on the table again to squat over the boy's face. To help him cool down, she pinched his nose closed and pissed into his open mouth. To keep from choking he had to swallow all of it. The ladies giggled at his desperate gurgling.

After pissing she hopped off and went to take over jerking his cock. Felt good to feel him in her hand. She made sure to use plenty of nails as she started to stroke with both hands. The others kept stimulating the rest of him while also taking turns in pissing into his mouth.



And he soon convulsed in cumming. After everything they'd already done, it seemed to still cause him great agony. Almost choking on piss as he cried!

Post-orgasm torture was then done with more hot irons, and soon that led to another torturegasm. And another. And another...



After much fun had with the boy, the ladies decided to attach him to another, more comfortable table (comfortable or them, of course, not for him at all) to thoroughly rape him. Then they would heal him and take a break for something to eat. After that, they would return to play. The dungeon was full of different devices for restraining him in different interesting ways and they felt like trying them out.

There were so many things they could do to him. Definitely some electro treatment: perhaps they would test just how much of it he could endure. This boy was delightfully sensitive to pain, yet clearly was able to take much. They would deliver the maximum amount, for as long as they could. They could experiment with chemicals. Use the new testicle crusher. The barbed whips. Maybe some knife-play. Some drowning for flavor.

Lots of options in the well-stocked dungeon.

The fun, after all, had only begun.

Chapter 6: Glimpses of Cruelty

Adellah smiled. She felt truly blessed, admiring the beautiful naked boy tied spread-eagled to her bed. That she should lead a life where she could on a whim get one of these darlings to play with at any time! Whether bought from the slave market or snatched off the street, it did not make a difference to her.



She got hot shivers just looking at the lovely young thing. His physique was so nicely developed. Most important, he had a really big cock.

The cock laid erect against his lean belly, glistening with Elixir. The rest of him was stiff as well, ropes around wrists and ankles attached to the bed posts, keeping him spread out wide. Youthful muscles taut with anxiety as his wary eyes on the grinning middle-aged woman in expensive clothing standing next to him. He was breathing arrestedly. Afraid. And who could have blamed him?

He was such a precious sight that she could no longer wait. She got undressed, dropping the silk gown on the floor. Getting on the bed she slowly ran a hand over his taut form, from the belly to his chest and back. He tensed more, shivering a little under her touch. It was really arousing!



Bought yesterday morning, his virginity had been thoroughly taken in the 60th birthday celebrations of Isharah of clan D'immahla. The birthday retinue of some thirty ladies had used him hard all day and a lot of the night. They had not tortured him however, and the only marks on his lovely, exotically pale body were nail marks, but there were plenty of those - including all over his cock.

So no wonder. The poor thing was still in shock. It was still a new thing for him, getting raped by women. No doubt the wicked ladies had made it quite an experience for him!

"Shush," Adellah said, caressing his hairless body. So lovely, not a drop of extra fat on his boyish torso. And those scratches and nicks complemented his smooth, clear complexion so nicely. "Yes," she whispered, drinking the sight of him, feeling tingly between the legs. "Beautiful!"

She climbed onto him, straddling his belly. She pushed her butt back so that his cock rested against it, feeling hard, smooth and hot against her skin. His taut abs against her bare ass and cunt. She caressed him with both hands. His firm young body. His bound arms. His delicate neck. His thick hair.



The boy closed his eyes, turning his face away.



"Aw," she said, "you're so shy." He was obviously terrified. It was adorable! She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. "You miss your mommy?" she cooed. "I can be your new mommy."

Smiling, she got off him and eased herself down to grab his nice cock from the base. "Now let mommy help you with this." It was striped and dappled from all the nails visited upon it. She brushed the backs of her fingers up and down on it. "Did the mean women hurt you down here? Aw. Let me kiss it to make it better."



She gently placed her lips on the cock, kissing up its length. Pleased to hear him inhale sharply. Once she reached the large head, she wrapped her lips around it. Started to lick and suck. He moaned as she did this. His tied legs twitching. Getting so rigid! Breathing heavily.



The nice piece of meat felt so lovely in her mouth, filling it all the way! She could not help nibbling it a little bit, and he reacted so delightfully, crying, his hips jerking. But she held his pelvis down with her arms as she kept devouring it. The juicy head felt so nice in between her teeth. And she much suspected that her teeth were by far not the first ones visited upon it these past twenty-four hours. The beautiful thing simply demanded to be played with in every way imaginable!



She kept eating the yummy big cock while he whimpered and twitched. The vaguely sweet flavor of the Elixir did not hurt either. She lost herself devouring the rock hard piece of flesh. Enjoying the feeling of it filling her mouth. Fondling his smooth balls. Loving his reactions.



It was such a good time, however long it lasted, but eventually she let the cock free, slowly pulling her teeth across the head and dropping it. She looked up at him, smiling. His lovely face was turned aside, and he was almost weeping, breathing heavily.



Adellah traced a finger up the length of the cock, then rose to the top of the bed. She was wet already, but she wanted something more.



She squatted above his head. Gently took him by the hair to force his face forward. "Your turn. You can make me feel good now." She fingered herself, pressing forward. "Go on," she whispered. "Get your tongue out."



He did not of course understand her language, the foreign slave. But he knew what to do, and shyly he recieved her cunt with his mouth. The hot tongue so heavenly!

He was suprisingly apt for all his youth and reluctance. The yesterday's crowd had taught him some things. But then: a day spent in the firm hands of the ladies of Mučenian nobility made even the most inexperienced and unwilling boy learn to use his mouth and tongue when ordered to.

"Ah, that's right. That feels good, boy. Keep working that tongue. I need a good cleaning."



She held the boy's hair with both hands while he did his best. How she loved the sight of his pretty, young face as his mouth worked.

She enjoyed this for some time. But then she gazed back to that beautiful penis and felt an irresistible yearning.

Adellah rose off his mouth and backed down. She took hold of the base of his cock, rubbing the head against her cunt. Felt so good!

"Let's get on with it, shall we?" she said, guiding the cock in. He shifted anxiously, tensing up. "Yes, I know you don't want it. Now here we go."

The pleasure as she slowly slid the boy in herself! Claiming him. And he filled her very nicely. The Elixir made them so hard! "Ah! Such a big boy."

The boy whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. The Elixir. His mind was still having a hard time understanding its strange effects. Making him so wonderfully vulnerable!

"Mmmm!" Adellah sighed. "Amazing!" She rocked back and forth, feeling pleasure tingle out from her cunt to her belly and her thighs. She took hold of the boy's face, meeting his eye. "Hmm?" He looked away, whimpering. "Aw!" A giggle escaped her. He was just to die for!

There was such intimacy to raping a boy. Trapping him in you, devouring him. Almost like stealing his very soul. Taking pleasure from imposing yourself within his boundaries, violating them, from forcing such intense sensations on him. Forcing him to cum inside you, watching him writhe and moan, feeling his cock surrender to you.

Mad with lust for the lovely creature, Adellah forced the boy's face forward and inserted two fingers in his mouth, catching his eye again to motion for him to suck on them. He capitulated, started to suckle, and the sensation gave her shivers. "Good boy," she said, patting his cheek with the other hand.

After getting into the groove, grinding her hips back and forth with the boy's wonderful cock rubbing just perfectly, she too her finger out of his mouth and gently but firmly pressed the hand over his mouth. He was no enjoying the going at all, his chest rising and falling intensely. Eyes squeezed shut, his beautiful face quivering with his increasing whimpers.

"Shush," Adellah whispered with maternal gentleness. "It's okay. You can cry. You can cry!" And the tears started to roll, whimpers turning to sobs and wails. Adellah smiled gently. "Oh, you sweet boy!"

She started to feel herself coming close to an orgasm. She took the boy's nipples in between her fingertips. "Now, cum with me!"

Clearly the boy did not want to cum, but Adellah was not giving him any alternative. She squeezed him tight inside her as she rode passionately, pinching and playing with his cute nipples. And she could soon see that he was building to a climax as she was.

She waited until she felt that lovely expansion of his cockhead, loving the sight if his shaking, the convulsing, hearing his keening, feeling that hot cum spurt inside her cunt, before letting herself cum as well.

She could only imagine how they had enjoyed his reactions yesterday, based on how he kept jolting against the ropes, limbs twitching violently, his squeals so adorable. Such a show he put on, they had certainly made him cum again and again just to get to enjoy that. Especially knowing how in big groups ladies tended to get crueler and crueler.

Adellah simply held his head and chest down as she finished with hard thrusts. Hand over his mouth. She leaned close to his face. "Hssss!"



Then, some minutes later. She sat up on him. "That was fun," she said, petting the sobbing little darling. She wiped at the tears on his cheeks. Bending down to kiss his face. "Hush, little babe. Mommy is here." She moved her mouth onto his mouth, sticking her tongue in. He did not so much reply with his as tried to resist her. Still trying to fight her. She smiled. She could still taste herself on him.



He whimpered as she kept his mouth on hers, face pinched hard between her fingertips, devouring him. Giving his lower lip a bite. Then she grabbed his hair as she pulled back, looking him in those big, teary eyes. Smiled at him. "You're mine!" she said in whisper. Forced her tongue back in his mouth. Feeling thrills all over. Tingle in her cunt. The intimacy of the intrusion! She caught one nipple in her fingertips, rolling it, still grinding her hips on his cock. He whimpered.



And she came again. "Ahh!" she breathed out. Thrusting her hips hand and slow. Her mouth close to his, both open, hers exhaling long in pleasure, his letting out a wounded wail. Joined in the wonderful moment that seemed to stretch on and on. The rapist and the raped. The victim and the perpetrator. The owner and the slave.

His face firmly held in her hands, the boy finally stopped his bawling. He didn't look any happier however. Broken. Frightened. And so, so vulnerable.

"Beautiful!" she whispered. Then gave his lovely face a slow long lick, from chin to top.

Giving him another smile and kiss upon his brow, Adellah rose off the bed. Gathering her clothes, she called the guards. She ordered the women to untie him while she got dressed. Then, with her back in her clothes and the naked young darling held between the guards, she gave a nod.

"Take him to the torture chamber," she said softly. "Have him strapped tightly on his back on the small wooden horse closest to the door." That one would provide a good access to his cock, that wonderful big plaything. She locked eyes with the boy and smiled sweetly. Speaking in soothing tones. "Heat the irons. Prepare my knives and the needles and the acid. And plenty of healing potion."

"Yes, madam," the guards said, starting to tow him.



Adellah smiled and waggled her fingers at the boy as they took him. Blew him a kiss. "See you soon!"

He looked baffled.



She smiled wider once he was gone. What a sweet, innocent darling boy!

What awaited him was a long night of pain beyond his wildest nightmares.



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Galiffssae's one ring-heavy hand pressed over his mouth and another one clutching his hair, both of Deelah's were busy grinding his long cock. His breath came puffing through his nostrils in whimpers, whip marked chest and belly rising and falling rapidly, gleaming with sweat. He was just getting over his second orgasm, but it should have been clear to him by now he wasn’t going to get off so easy. So to speak. After all, he'd been resisting cumming into either of the ladies for hours now, and now they were going to force him to cum as many times as they had the stamina for, and he would simply have to take each one. No boy could resist skilful hands! And there were few more skilful than Deelah's.

The two ladies had been up all night, drinking wine, and at dawn dragged a boy out of his cell into a rape room. They had played with him a few hours, their alcohol-numbed cunts feeling insatiable, no matter how hard they had ridden his cock and his mouth. Not to say it hadn't felt good!

Playing with him like this was much fun as well. He responded so cutely to the abuse. The chain leading from his nipple clamps and attached to Deelah's wrist was pulled taut so that she was providing him with double stimulus as she worked the penis. She had one knee up on the rape table, in between his spread-out legs keeping the metal cock in his anus. Every now and then she gave it a good shove to get it in deeper. Anal violation always added so much intensity to the cumming.

He was giving them a good show with his wiggling. Deelah smiled at the beautiful sight of him. White skin covered in red welts from whips and fingernails. She especially admired the well-formed, flexed triceps, as he constantly and quite involuntarily tried to free his wrists from the leather cuffs at the side of the table, which kept his arms stretched out straight down toward the floor. This position also complemented his nice pecs.

Galiffssae took her hand off the boy's mouth to rub the wetness between her robust thighs, and then shoved her wet fore and middle finger in his mouth. Giving his hair a firm pull she got his attention to mime the order for him to suck. Whimpering he capitulated, began sucking on her fingers. She grinned with all her teeth. Then started to fuck the mouth against his sucking. "That's a good little slut."

Deelah kept stroking the cock. Her fingers circled around and around the head, still bright red after the foreplay with candle wax and riding crops. Rock-hard from the Elixir, and so sensitive to touch - and she hadn't even gotten out the ring gauntlets yet!

Galiffssae, after probing the boy's mouth with her fingers a while longer, then rose on the table again, lowering herself onto his face. Grabbing his hair, she shoved his face in, ordering him to tongue her asshole. While the whimpering little sweetheart got to work, she started rubbing her cunt.

The boy was trying to keep from cumming with all his might. Of course he did: each Elixir-induced climax was more unbearably intense than the last - although every bit as unavoidable! And in fact, resisting only made it worse! But these poor simple creatures could not help themselves. And Deelah, for one, was happy that they couldn't. His twitches and whimpers filled her with blissful joy, as did the feeling of his engorged meat filling her hands. How she loved a big, stiff cock completely helpless at her mercy!

Galiffssae made the boy stick out his tongue and hold it firm. Then started to ride it with force, getting quite a bit of the rest of his face as well. She took hold of the nipple chain, holding it like a rider held reins, and Dimillah focused on the cock.

Deelah grinned, biting her lower lip as she felt him starting to cum again. The cock getting even bigger in her grip. True enough, the orgasm promised to be more intense than the last again. Oh the precious shaking! The amusing noises he made, his tongue stuck out like that, buried under cunt and ass. The ladies looked at each other and laughed.

That laugh continued as the massive spasms began. His lovely noises!

Grinning wide, working her fingers mercilessly around the twitching glans, Deelah wondered how intense his orgasms would still be getting.

She sure intended to find out!

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The delightful combination of the sounds of electrical buzzing, the boy's moans and cries and gags, and the creaking from his struggling against the leather binds had played a big part in Ferrah's last orgasm. The other being the supremely arousing sight of his squirming, twitching muscular young body, kept subdued by his bondage. The other end of the strap-on metal cock, the one which went in her cunt, obviously played another part. The way that end was wired, the electric current ran into her in a much milder form than it did into the boy's anus. Pleasure for her, torture for him, that's how it was supposed to be!

Black-painted, sharp fingernails dug into his spread-out thighs, she thrust her hips with force. She just loved violating a tight hole! To her, that was the single most satisfying way to victimize a young lovely like this one! Made him whimper like a girl, which brought her utmost sexual satisfaction.

Sharallah worked at the other end, her cock in his mouth. Strapped onto his back, his head was attached so that it was tilted backwards, firmly in place to provide access to the mouth kept open by a special gag. She was ramming the metal thing in deep, and with the electro shock provided, it was little wonder his noises were as pained as they were. Though her hand holding tight onto his throat surely also had something to do with it.

Thus raped from both ends, this was not quite enough stimulation for their tastes. The wired clamps on the boy's nipples, the wire running all around his balls and cock, and the hollowed metal tube with a wire attached inside his urethra, all connected to the same battery as the metal cocks, made sure that the experience was quite electrifying for him. Shocked throughout.

The unremitting stimulation kept him cumming at steady intervals. Had for a while now. There was cum all over his belly, pooled in the cracks of lovely flexed abs, in his belly bottom. The exquisite pain kept him in a state of great distress, keeping him twitching and bucking and shaking so sexily. The ladies kept gradually increasing the electric current so that he did not grow used to it.



Sharallah's and Ferrah's eyes met, and the women shared a grin. Taking so much pleasure in torturing the boy!



And almost as if through telepathic communication, they then started to fuck him even more aggressively.

Ferrah slammed her hips hard against the boy's ass, again and again and again. Digging her nails in. Basking in the sweet sounds of his agonized cries. And even through the electrified dildo raping his throat, he tried to beg for them to stop.



Ferrah smiled. While the orgams kept coming, she did not intend to stop for a looooong time.



True enough, soon the boy came once more. And, at the sight of his violent spasms, the sounds of his gagging screams, so did she.

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"Lick it faster, slut!" Anyah embellished her order with a slap on the ruffled-haired top of his head and gave a sadistic snicker at his cries.



He tried his best to keep licking the woman's clit to her satisfaction. She squatted over his face, holding his hair hard with both hands, grinning down at him. You could tell that he desperately wanted to stop, having used his tongue non-stop Goddess knew how long, but there was no chance they were going to let him.



His desperation was just so erotic to watch!



Probably didn't make his job any easier that Shidaah and Lalia were hard at work between his legs: each woman's mouth busy on his meaty, hard cock. They went at it like a pair of hungry dogs fighting over a piece of meat, their teeth on the juicy head not doing anything to lessen the image. The treatment drawing such wonderful twitches and whimpers from him. The tight straps of the rape table made sure that he could do nothing but endure it.

Ashiahe grinned devilishly, twisting the boy's nipples. Truly, getting accepted into the Queen's court had been the best day of her life! Where else could women as young as the ones in this room get to play with boys with abandon?



Everyone else was having a good time too. Drinks in hands, they either took some part teasing the helpless boy, or then only watched, partaking in the laughs and taunts. How beautiful he was, completely at their mercy!



Anyah turned around and made the boy tongue her anus. First long licks, then using the tongue to fuck the hole. One hand holding tight to his lovely, thick hair. The girls on his cock switched to using their hands, giving his balls and shaft some hard stroking while their long-nailed fingertips probed the head. His moans and twitches so lovely, making the girls grin and giggle! Ashiahe kept steady attention on his nice, hard nipples. Oh, his bound, tensed body was just so sexy!



It did not take long of being worked on by the girls' deft hands before the boy came. Their grins and giggles increasing with his twitching and jolting, cum running down their fingers as they mercilessly kept probing his sensitive flesh. Shidaah caught his balls in one hand and twisted hard. He groaned in agony, trying to arch his back, but the strap across his chest stopped him, and Ashiahe placed a knee on him and pushed him down for what little he was able to raise his back, still pinching his nipples.

Anyah laughed at his fussing, pushing his face deeper in her ass, nose sinking in the crack of her robust buttocks. "Keep licking, bitch!"



Soon she turned around again, ordering the boy to open his mouth as she spread out her labia. Pissing. He struggled to swallow while the girls with his cock entertained themselves by using their nails on him. Delighting in his spasms.

Once done pissing, Anyah rose off. She grinned down at the panting boy. Then grabbed his face hard with one hand. "What are you whining about?" she sneered. "We're being so nice to you. Giving your cock so much attention. Making you cum. Letting you put your worthless mouth on our cunts and our asses, letting you drink our nectar!" The women giggled. She shook his face. "Don't think that’s going to last forever, this kind treatment. We decide it and we will cause you such pain you cannot believe. We love doing that. And we're good at it too! Is that what want? Do you want to be tortured?" She grinned evilly. "Or perhaps we should hand you over to the Queen. She'll make you miss us dearly! Our soft, loving hands." She let go and smacked him across the face. "You are so lucky you're ours!" Smack. "Where is your gratitude?"

More giggles.

"Let's just torture him!"

Anyah smiled. "All in good time, Alisshi."

The little pup was so adorable. He was shaking. How he feared them! As well as he should have!

"Well, want to fuck him again!" Ashiahe said, unable to take her horniness any longer. She rose onto the table.

"Don't let anyone stop you!"

She didn't. Quickly slipping his nice cock into her soaking cunt, she started rocking back and forth. Smiling, in bliss. His sexy moaning the sweetest music in her ears!

Ashiahe simply loved raping boys! Nothing gave her quite the rush of power. To torture him with her own body, and that torture was directly linked to her own pleasure. The combination of his reactions and her own physical pleasure took her to heaven's gates. Older ladies had often told her of similar things. How the intimacy of the act made it for them. The direct sense of power over a boy, someone so clearly below her. She'd heard the head priestess herself mention how in the Goddess' world, the worst tortures were actually the moments being raped by the demonesses, not to speak of the Goddess herself! Being engulfed in their demonic cunts, she'd said, was the greatest horror. The twisted clergywoman really got off on such talk!

Frankly, Ashiahe didn't know what to make of such superstitious tales, except that they rather aroused her. Albeit that she really found them to be awful childish! But sometimes a girl could just indulge and entertain herself with improbable tales, if only for the erotic tickle.

She focused on the fucking. The other women kept teasing the boy as she rode, playing with his nipples, pulling his hair, pinching him, slapping him, raking their nails hard all over him. He cried and he moaned. And he pleaded. And the women laughed.

Boy tears really were the best lubricant! Made Ashiahe wet, at least.

She soon came, and as she continued she came again. It was always easy for her when so aroused. Then another woman took her turn, then another. And as he was being ridden, the others continued tormenting him. Putting toothed clamps on his nipples. Also taking turns on his face, making him eat them, both front and back, making him drink more piss.



When the last one was done with his cock, they gathered around the panting, whimpering boy. Sore all over!

"He's refusing to cum again," Alisshi pointed out as she ran a hand over his nice muscles.

Lalia clicked her tongue decisively. "We'll just see about that!"



With vicious laughs, the women then prepared to show him what happened when he tried to resist them! Lalia and Shidaah donned ring gauntlets each, and as they settled around his cock, took along a studded sounding iron to complete the job. Remembering, of course, to rub on more Elixir to ensure maximum effect. Alisshi sat down on his abs, smiling as she rubbed her bare cunt against their bumpy surface. She plucked off the clamps and started playing with his reddened nipples. Anya and Ashiehe settled on both sides of his head, Ashiahe pressing a hand over his mouth and Anya pressing hers over Ashiahe's. Double force. Anya grabbed a handful of his nice hair, baring her teeth in a sadistic grin.



"Now you're going to cum for us again!" Shidaah said, as she grabbed the with a gauntleted hand and pressed the head to widen the slit for the sound.



And, giggling, they began.



His reactions were every bit as wonderful as expected. As if he really thought squirming could have released him from his binds! As if he imagined that begging, muffled by their firm hands, would have done anything but spur them on!



The women had such a great time, Lalia and Shidaah with his cock covering each sensitive bit with their gauntleted hands, Alisshi tormenting his sore nipples, Anya and Ashiahe holding his head down, periodically pinching his nose closed so as to cut out his air supply. Their nasty giggles ringing in the room. Meanwhile the rest of the women watched and enjoyed the show, doing what they could to add to it, caressing his writhing body, pinching, scratching.



It was so hot to look him in those anguished eyes. He tried closing them but they firmly insisted he keep them open. Pinching the eyelids helped him to see the reason in that. They wanted to see it all, the helplessness, the intensity of sensation. So completely at their mercy, in their power. Seeing that in his eyes was the just the sexiest thing.



His sounds rapidly increased. The urgent whimper rising higher and higher. He couldn't hold back any longer.



"Are you gonna cum?" Anya sneered. "Are you gonna cum?"



He sure did.

The Elixir made boys cum so hard! Like girls. He squealed hysterically, shaking madly in his bondage, as the women forced him over the edge. It was such a wonderful thing to watch and make happen. And best of all: it had nothing at all like pleasure on it for him, but just the opposite!



Ashiahe grinned from ear to ear, giggling in delight as she kept holding him down. How she loved hurting boys! And she knew she was in good company, as every woman in the room felt exactly the same. The way they all laughed at his agony as he lay there, utterly helpless - crying as his yummy body convulsed against the straps and their hands. Arousing them to a ridiculous degree!



The post-orgasm torture was unrelenting, the two girls' palms rubbing hard on the cock's topside and underside, altering that with their fingers circling round and round, studs pressed into his super-sensitive flesh. The mean women loving every second of the intolerable sensation they gave him. The joy they got from it!



Then, once they'd finally enjoyed him enough in this manner, they gave him a little rest. He was shaking, whimpering, and still twitching after the thorough workout. Surely exhausted! And so beautiful.



Anyiah grinned at the sight of him, then looked around at the other women, rubbing her hands together. "Ok, now we can torture him!"



Eager applause and cheers at that. Ashiahe smiled as she saw Alisshi practically dance with delight, going to find a whip.

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The Queen sat on her cushioned chair, leaning back, one hand working underneath her skirt while the other held onto the end of the rope hanging above her. The rope and the orders she gave were her current contribution to the proceedings but for the most part it was her court women that worked on the boy. That of course was well and good. The Queen was always the Queen but thorough torture was nothing but team work. The more hands were on him, the more complete the pain that could be delivered. After all, even the Goddess had her demonesses.



Presently it was difficult to see how the demonesses could have been any crueler than the human females were to this beauty of a boy. Impaled on a studded, slightly pyramid-shaped pole, his legs and arms stretched out to the side with ankles and wrists attached to a sturdy iron frame so that his hands and feet stuck out. Heated needles had been pushed underneath the nails of his toes and fingers and a few into his nipples. The rope, the other end of which the Queen held, around his neck kept his head up, strangling the sounds of his cries and whimpers. It went to the ceiling, and though a couple loops there went to the Queen. She was holding him just tight enough.



Two women on each side held the pinky toe and finger of each hand and foot, pliers locked around the nail. Grinning cruelly, waiting for the Queen's order. Shallanah behind him held fast onto his thighs, kept pushing him downward so as to slowly drive the pole deeper into his ass. The studs tortuing his senstive anus so viciously. At least they had not ran electricity to the pole. Yet.



Tenesshi smiled as she ran a finger along the lenght of his hard cock, delighting in his shivers. The strangulation seemed to make the penis even bigger. It was beautiful with the whipmarks and the scratches and the minor burns. She then gazed whistfully to the side where more needles were being heated. Couldn't wait till they got to stick those in the cock as well. She loved doing that.



The Queen then gave the order, and the grinning ladies pulled the nails. Doing it slowly so as to prolong the pain, but at legth the nails came off his fingers and toes with mightly jolts and screams from the boy. He was not gagged. The Queen usually wanted to listen to them scream and beg. If anything, she enjoyed it when a boy was muffled with a firm hand over his mouth. Tenesshi had to admit that she loved that too. Loved being the one with the hand in question. To feel their desperate stuggling!



There was plenty of such struggling now, as the ladies tore the nails. And not only them, but all around women laughed at his agony, his most arousing reactions as he helplessly tangled there. Shallanah grinding the twisting boy's ass against the pole, her nails digging into his skin. Tenesshi held onto his cock as all this happened, relishing the sense of power it gave her. The essense of his soul in her hands while his body was being tortured so. How she would have loved to force him to cum then!



Once the nails were off and the biggest struggling and screaming had given way to shaking and wailing, women were running their hands all over his shivering sexy body: caressing, groping, pinching, scratching, all the while murmuring to him teasingly, letting him know exactly how much pleasure they got from torturing him, from watching and listening to his suffering. Even if he could not understand a word.

The beautiful, exotic boy was an abducted northener. And maybe Tenesshi only imagined it, but it seemed the Queen treated northern boys with extra cruelty - meaning of course that she especially liked them (of course it was difficult to tell since the woman was always cruel). In any case, general rule was that the more beautiful the boy was the more vicious a treatment he received. And this one was stunningly gorgeous! The Queen always reserved the hottest boys for herself and her court to play with. The Goddess bless her for that!



The women took out the already cooled needles from his nipples - only to bring out a pair of needle-clamps. It was a nasty little device, a ring with four thin needles which, when a spring-mechanism was realeased, closed around the nipple in an overlapping manner, puncturing it. How he cried when they attached them! When in place, the laughing women then took a moment to flick them around as he squealed.



The Queen rose, ordering another woman to take the rope. She walked over to the boy, her studded riding crop in hand. Without delay, she grabbed hold of the base of his shaft and started to give the cock firm swats. Fousing on the big head, covering the top and bottom. Such a lovely slapping sound to go with his piteous cries! If she hadn't been already, it would have made Tenesshi soaking wet! The ladies around grinned at his helpless twitches of pain. Caressing his lovely nakedness. Playing with the needle-clamps.



The Queen stopped beating the boy's penis. "Wax!" she ordered.



The young Ladiah came fort with a candle. Smiling at him, she grabbed the cock and started to pour hot wax on it. Tongue in between her teeth, she poured all across the shaft and then the head. He cried and spasmed, making the girl giggle. Tenesshi so envied her then!



Once the cock was covered in wax, the Queen continued her whipping. Merciless swats.



Soon the organ was cleaned of wax, and the lady stopped. She went to put away her crop and took her hands full of Elixir, the sensitivity-enhancing kind. She returned to rub the oil all over the sore cock, to twitches and whimpers. Then she produced a long rod - a studded one, of course - and oiled that too. She rammed the rod deep into his cockhole, then started to stroke the cock with one hand, using swift and wristy strokes, her merciless grip showing her long decades of experience with boys' anatotomy, while continuing to twist and move the lenght of metal inside the urethra.

"Tighter!" she ordered over her shoulder.



Smiling, the woman with the rope pulled it tighter, strangling the boy further. Meanwhile others kept touching the keening, moaning, shaking boy all over, two playing with his clamped nipples.



"Nails!" the Queen said.



The four women gleaming with sadistic glee returned to grab the next fingers and toes in order, placing the pliers.

The boy's terror was obvious. He tried begging for mercy in his awkward tongue, voice choked by the rope.



"Pull!"



And so they did, choked begging turning into choked screaming. Such twisting and spasming! To a chorus of laugher.

"Tighter!" The Queen ordered.



The boy's strangled groaning, as though he were struggling for his dear life, underscored by the squelching of the Queens' hand relentlessly working his ultra-sensitive, super-engorged cock, was accompanied by the court ladies sounds of sadistic pleasure. His occasional high-pitched squeals amusing them so.



"Nails!" the Queen barked. "Make it last."



With pleasure the women set to work, pulling on the next nails without intending to bring them off at once.



The boy's squel then rose to a crescendo, and he shook madly. About to cum.



"Pull!" the Queen ordered.



The women pulled. And as the nails came off, so did the boy. Semen squirted out powerfully as the Queen yanked out the rod, never slowing the stroking of the red, swollen head. Never easing her grip. How he squealed as massive spams and shakes took his body! So much cum!



"Tighter!" There was a slight smile on the Queen's thin lips as she watched the helpless boy suffer in her hands. Soon she shifted to using her nails on the cum-sensitive cockhead, raking in quick motions. He was crying, begging hopelessly, struggling, shaking, twitching. The torture of this beautiful youth, you could see just how the old woman loved it. That she could force such exquisite pain on him. Stolen from whatever life he had lived, whatever future he'd been looking forward to, and now he was now: nothing but the Queen's plaything, to do with what she pleased - his only purpose to suffer for her. She owned his very soul. Truly, it must have made her feel like the Goddess Herself!



Drinking his wonderful agony a moment longer - must had been an eternity for him - the Queen finally released the cock. "Let go!" she ordered the woman with the rope.



And the boy's head fell as the rope was relented. Then came the sobs. Heaving, wracking. How he shivered! Muscled body dappled with sweat in spite of the dungeon's chill. Such a sexy apparition!

The Queen grabbed the sobbing boy's teary, stunningly beautiful face in her hand, grinning at him. Then she let go, giving him a fierce open-handed smack. Nails cutting his cheek. She took his balls in a tight hold and twisted, giving the cockhead some hard finger flicks. He squealed in pain.



"Now," the Queen said, turning away to return to her seat. "Electricity for cock, balls and nipples until he cums again," she ordered. "Twice. High voltage."



Some women, while others eagerly started to get the electro-torture device ready, were imitating the Queen by twisting his balls and flicking at his cock. They laughed and taunted him, hands all over him.



"Then . . ." Thenesshi dared to raise her voice, ”needles?"



The Queen turned sharply. Looking almost indignant. Then she had that small smile again.

"Then needles," she said. She grabbed the end of the rope again as she sat down.

Thenesshi grinned wide like a little girl.

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Ayaasha's girlish giggling was catchy. At least Sherzi had seemed to have gotten a contagion, although her laughter was definitely more of a cackle. As harsh and mean as the rest of her.



It was admittedly very amusing the way the boy whimpered and moaned while doing his best not to breathe in. Hanging from his feet, his head forced under the surface of the mixture of water and piss in the small tub below him. Shertzi kept it there mercilessly, one hand with a firm hold of his hair, while her other one was busy underneath her skirt. Meanwhile Ayaasha played with his nipples.

And hanging there with his arms tied behind his back, forearms roped together, he wasn't exactly in a position to do stop them.



With a small smile, Dimillah worked on the twitching boy's cock. One hand around the balls and the base, one ring-gauntleted hand stroking the head. The lovely big piece of meat adorned with whip marks and electrical burns. The combined effect of the Elixir, the fear and helplessness, the pain as the many studs of the rings and bands rubbed on his already sore, super-sensitive skin was really delicious. He was crying while struggling to keep holding his breath.

Sherzi pulled the boy's head out, lifting it back so that his back arched. He was gasping and coughing, whimpers and cries in between. She grinned lustily at him. "He's gorgeous!" she said. No doubt she found the agony on his face only deepening that fact, judging by that sadistic grin. The heavily tattooed woman, almost constantly drinking wine, was one of the meanest, most sadistic ladies Dimillah had had the pleasure to know. And that was saying quite a bit.

"I told you!" Ayaasha said.

The older woman glared at her, but then smirked. Shrugging, she plunked him back underwater.

Ayaasha giggled, twisting his nipples.

It wasn't common for a young girl to get to be part of such merriment. But Ayaasha happened to be Dimillah's apprentice, the pampered youngest daughter of a rich woman who had been more than happy to agree to give her out to service. No one had ever decreed that noblewomen could not take any apprentice they wanted. Call it a loophole if you want. But many ladies enjoyed the change to pass what they knew down to younger women, so they were known to take apprentices. And many young women were eager to the task: just the notion of getting to play with beautiful slave boys ensured that.

Dimillah had not regretted taking Ayaasha. Despite her age, the girl was already so talented: good at handling cocks, with a natural instinct about them and so happy when she got to play with one! She also really loved getting eaten out, as a true lady should. The young just had this delightful innocent cruelty about them. Sometimes Dimillah even let the girl's equally spoiled friends come over to play, let them have free hands with some boy. The gleam in those little sadists' eyes!

It was actually Ayaasha who had chosen this one. Some poor boy selling vegetables at market. She had insisted on him. A most unfortunate accident had then befallen his family so he could be "adopted". And here they were playing with him. She'd also insisted that he start his new life in their ownership straight from the torture chambers. Although the girl had of course savagely raped him first thing. "In case he is a virgin". At least he had wept like one - to Ayaasha' thrill.

Sherzi pulled his head out again, letting him get a few more panicked breaths, before dunking him back in. Dimillah noted that every time his head was under, his cock swelled a little. Must have been the feeling of helplessness and terror that did it. Whatever caused it, she was glad that it did!

The boy continued his precious reactions. His panic and fear so arousing to witness.

Ayaasha stuck out her lip in mock pity. "Aw!" Then laughed gleefully.

His whip marked abs flexed deliciously with him twisting about, struggling to bend forwards in order to pull his head out against Sherzi's iron hold.

The girl admired his sexy squirming, biting her lower lip. "His agony is so hot!"

He really was particularly attractive. A real good acquisition, with his pretty face and naturally muscular build. Other than that, of course, his kind was dime a dozen. As any lady well knew, poor boys could basically just be purchased or abducted for her enjoyment at any time. No one of note would miss them. Manual labor and never having too much to eat kept them fit: all those problems that women born to luxury and privilege need not care about.



"Hold him up a while," Dimillah told Sherzi, as the woman next lifted his head. "He's going to cum soon." With this sort of intense treatment, it seldom took long! There was no mistaking it, the way his reactions intensified. His delicious agonized, groaning moans. Repeating: "No, no, no," in gasps. The increased shaking. The way his hot young body convulsed. "Wait for it."



She then felt the cock swell up. "Down!"



And as soon as his head was under again, cum came squiring out. The third one forced out of him tonight, but there was still power in the ejaculation.

As he was cumming, and as Dimillah kept stroking, he struggled and cried like crazy. Flopping like a fish in a hook! Sherzi's strong hold keeping his head underwater, Dimillah's other hand gripped tight around his balls and shaft, he wasn't getting anywhere they did not want him! The water bubbled with his cries. Sherzi laughing as she held him under.

"Oh my Goddess!" Ayaasha gasped in disbelieving delight at his intense distress, grinning wide, smitten with arousal. She handled the nipples with increased brutality, digging her nails in. She giggled at his terror.

The smile on Dimillah's face widened of its own accord as her fingers kept circling around the swollen glans. The way cumming made the cock all big and super-hard in her hand, filling it completely, the sight of his hopeless jolting and twitching and shaking, his piteous keening underwater, she could not deny getting incredibly horny, wetness running down her leg.

Finally she stopped. Immediately reaching for the tray with the electro shock machine on it. Picked up a leather glove for her left hand.



His head was up. He looked most wretched. Coughing, crying, begging in between sobs, the boy kept repeating that one sweet word they'd been hearing a lot already tonight. "Please stop! Please stop doing this to me! Please, don't kill me! Please! Please, stop hurting me! Please, just let me go home! Please! Please!"

Ayaasha laughed at his pathetic wailing and sobbing. Twisting his nipples hard. "Please!" she mocked with a whine, although in an unmistakable highborn accent.



Oh, that girl was just pure evil!

Sherzi grinned right in his face. She replied him in the authentic dialect of the lowborn. "Aw, but you're such a good plaything," she said. "Giving us such a good time. See how excited you're making us." She brought her hand from inside her skirt, wet with her fluids. She rubbed in onto the boy's nose and lips with a malicious laugh. "No, we think we're gonna hold onto you! Plus the girl likes you. Don't ya?"

"Oh, I love him!" Ayaasha breathed out, giggling.

"Please! Please! I'll do anything!"

"Oh, yes you will!" Sherzi said.

They laughed.

Dimillah was ready. She grabbed the boy's long shaft firmly with the gloved hand, an electrode in the other.



"Alright," Sherzi said. "Take a deep breath!"



She forced the crying young beauty's head in the water at the same time as Dimillah started shocking the large cockhead, still nice and sensitive from cumming. Circling all around it. Probing the grooves and the slit. The delicious music of the angry buzz harmonizing with his panicked noises.

While Dimillah tortured the boy's lovely, rock-hard cock, Sherzi and Ayaasha laughed at his great distress. Underwater, he was screaming. Spasming and twisting, desperately trying to escape the torture, without any hope of success. He was a sensitive little wimp, of this there was no doubt. That was just too bad for him. He was in their hands now, and still would be experiencing a whole lot of sexual pain before they were done with him. Ayaasha was Dimillah's apprentice, and she was going to teach her all she needed to learn about torturing boys. Dimillah had decided that his boy was the perfect practice target to teach her with. After all, the girl had claimed him. He was hers now. And she was so eager to learn!

Shertzi pulled the boy's head out again.

"Please, please, stop!" he pleaded in between cries of pain. "Stop!" Dimillah stopped for a while. The lovely thing sobbed woundedly. "It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"It hurts, it hurts!" Ayaasha mocked, trying to mimic his unrefined accent. Imitating his sobs. She laughed. "It's supposed to hurt, dummy!"

"And it's going to hurt a whole lot more!" said Sherzi gleefully. "We've got us aaaaal night!" And with a cackle and the evilest grin, submerged the boy.

Back his head went, to their laughter. Dimillah turned up the voltage and continued.



Poor boy, by this point he would have confessed to anything! But they had only just started on him. With a rush of sadistic joy she enjoyed the sight of the glans swelling with the intense pain. Running the electrode all around the corona, up and down the line of the urethra, across the wide top, on the frenulum . . . all over, making sure not to miss any of the highly sensitive parts. While he entertained them with his song and dance of pain and terror.

Ayaasha was looking up, examining Dimillah's careful work with the cock. Her lower lip in between her teeth, eyes gleaming hungrily. "I want to go next!" she said.

The proud Dimillah smiled down at her beautiful young apprentice's eagerness. She would make a wonderful lady one day. Certainly one of the cruelest the Queendom had seen.



"Think you can make him cum this way?" Dimillah asked.



The girl's eyes shone, she grinned so happily with a mouthful of pearly teeth!

"How many times?" she asked.

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