Talli's Judgment

 

Talli’s Judgement - The Path of Eagerness

“Come, little one.”

The words spoken by Lord Balok seemed to resonate inside Talli’s head and she crawled along beside the dark elf as he led her forward into the testing chamber. The metal rings that dangled from the black leather cuffs that encircled her wrists and ankles clicked as she moved, her shoulder length brown hair cascading down her shoulders and down by her jaw. A black leather collar around her neck matched the manacles and provided a dark contrast against her pale skin. Even in the dim light though, the multiple piercings along her ears, at the tips of her breasts, and even her exposed clitoris, seemed to glitter. 

When they crossed the threshold of the doorway there was a prickling sensation that seemed to flow over her skin and the way it interacted with the metal made her shudder with absolute delight. In an instant she was on the cusp, barely able to resist the urge to touch herself. She almost stopped due to the intensity but Lord Balok continued walking. She scurried after him.  

Her natural curiosity made her head swivel left and right as she moved, but her eyes were unable to pierce the shadows that loomed to either side of the large hall. An entire chorus of sounds swirled around her as they moved across a triskelion symbol etched into the floor. She recognized what she heard immediately and she felt her sex tighten in excited apprehension. Some of those sounds were passionate; soft moans and gasps that only made her arousal more tangible. But there was a flurry of other noises as well, ones that spoke of extremes. Talli heard the mewling whimpers of desperation, high-pitched squeals of discomfort, the brittle shrieks of sexualized pain, all punctuated by the occasional scream of unbridled lust, or absolute agony, cutting through the darkness. She heard the familiar crack of leather being snapped against flesh, the hiss of a cane whistling through the air, and the thump of a thick paddle against some girl’s pliable buttocks. She knew what those sounds meant and she gulped with both trepidation and excitement.

She kept looking around, distracted by her curiosity, to the point where she almost ran into Lord Balok when he stopped by two silver circles embedded in the smooth surface of the floor. Talli immediately froze and looked up at the dark elf. He was tall, and even somewhat elderly, his long white hair full and luxurious. His dark robes seemed to flow around him as he turned and looked at her.

“What is your name, child?” He asked. It wasn’t a polite request. Talli felt herself shuddering, a ripple of energy flowing through her, going right down to the tips of her breasts, and even to her clit, as if even his gaze alone was sufficient to stimulate her.

“Talli, Master,” she said softly, averting her eyes. Still on all fours, she waited. He seemed to appreciate her demeanor, because he nodded, a slight smile on his face. 

“Stand.” 

Talli practically jumped to her feet. “You are here to be tested and judged. This will determine your penultimate value to the dark elves. Demonstrating the qualities of a proper sex slave will provide you with better circumstances and will fetch a higher price. Should you fail to meet these qualities, you might not be purchased at all, and the prospects for a human slave girl in other lands are not good. We will test your obedience, your submissive tendencies, your endurance, physicality, levels of masochism, and arousal.” 

Talli nodded eagerly. “Yes Master, I’m ready!” 

Balok shook his head. “You think you are, but I can assure you, nothing you have experienced in the past has prepared you for the torments about to be inflicted upon your body and mind. You will beg me for release, and to spare you the suffering.”

Talli licked her lips, eyes sparkling. Then she grinned. “I kinda doubt that, Master. I’ve been through some pretty intense sexual torture.” 

A flicker of irritation flashed across Balok’s face and without a word of warning, his hand flashed out, striking Talli’s breasts. She gasped, almost bringing her hands up to her stinging bosom, but then she gulped. “Thank you, Master. May I please have another?”

“Your breasts will certainly be whipped,” he said firmly. “Along with other parts of your body.” She licked her lips and gulped, waiting quietly. 

The Trial of Obedience

Lord Balok pointed downward.  “There are two circles inscribed onto the floor. Spread yourself and stand on both.”

Talli had already seen the two silver circles. It was a stretch, but she spread herself open and managed to put a foot in each spot. The circles were wide apart, almost too wide, and she felt the tension in her thighs as she spread herself open, rising up on tiptoe to maintain the position. In fact, she almost lost her balance. But even as she adopted the pose, she felt her excitement surging. She wanted what was coming. She needed it. She licked her lips, feeling the wetness of her arousal actually begin to seep down her outstretched thigh. 

“Interlock your fingers behind your head,” Balok ordered. Talli didn’t hesitate. She brought her hands up to the back of her neck and clasped her fingers together. “Now, little one. Hold that position. Do not step out of the circles. Concentrate solely on that. When you fail, you will be punished,” Lord Balok said. She nodded as his hands came out and began touching her. At first, his fingers were exploratory, testing the suppleness of her skin, tracing her curves. But then he delved deeper, touching her between the legs. It wasn’t a caress and somehow she knew it wasn’t meant to work her into a froth, but it did. She found herself groaning, thrusting her hips forward, rising up even further as he explored her dark, moist secrets. He pulled his hand away, leaving a wet line across her hip as he walked around her. His fingers flickered across her back, between the dimples of her ass, only to move downward. Talli gasped as he even pulled her buttocks apart, studying her. Then Balok stepped back.

“Oil, Alarae,” he said. Talli blinked, confused and unsure of what Lord Balok was asking her to do, when suddenly there was a woman in front of Talli.

At first, Talli thought she was a dark elf, but as the buxom and naked elf girl lifted a horsehair brush, glistening with liquid freshly pulled from a jar in her other hand, Talli realized that she must have been one of the progeny Bob had told her about. She was too curvy to be a pure elf and as the woman began brushing oil across Talli’s taut belly, Talli could see the human mix within her. Her hair wasn’t quite snow white. Her skin was almost cream colored, rather than gray ash. She was wearing an intricate, black leather strap harness that encapsulated her body without covering any of her private parts. Her breasts were full, the nipples taut and raised and pierced, just like her exposed clitoris. A row of beautiful earrings dangled from her pointy ears and Talli suspected they were enchanted, just like her own.

The oil covered brush dipped low, coating Talli’s exposed and vulnerable petals with oil and the bristles teased and tormented Talli’s clit with far more strokes than was necessary. Clearly the elf maiden was not just spreading oil, but was there to assist in Talli’s torture and testing. Talli groaned, pleasure searing up from her clit and then the brush moved downward to her thighs. The elf maiden dipped the brush back into the jar and spread another liberal amount down Talli’s outstretched leg, all the way to her toes, even going so far as to brush the underside of Talli’s foot. It tickled and Talli jerked, almost losing her balance again

The elf maiden switched to the other side, painting her way across Talli’s flesh, up her leg and then slathered on another layer of oil over and even through Tall’s sex, using the brush to open Talli’s petals and coat the inner pink walls of her slit a second time. Talli quivered, crooning with pleasure as her body quivered with unanswered need. She arched her hips, struggling to apply more pressure onto the brush, but to her dismay, the brush, along with the elf girl, moved around to her back side. Now the soft horsehair bristles spread oil into the crack of Talli’s ass, teasing her brown button and sliding down the backs of her thigh. Talli let out another gasp as the brush finally found its way between her legs a third time, brushing at her entire slit from behind, only to once more travel down her other leg. 

As the elf girl painted Talli’s back and then arms with the oil, it became harder and harder to hold still. Talli trembled as the brush tickled as it ever so gently stroked her flesh. Then the girl finally came around front. With half-lidded eyes, the girl swung the brush back and forth, leaving behind a glistening trail of oil over Talli’s belly, moving higher. Talli’s breath came in ragged gasps as Alarae finally brought the brush up to Talli’s breasts, teasing the taut and erect tips. The effect on Talli was almost electric and she quivered with almost animalistic need. Finally, Alarae stepped back and turned, which is when Talli saw the tattoo on the girl’s back.

It was complicated; a wavy and beautiful, symmetrical design etched between the dimples of her bared bottom. It looked organic, vines, or perhaps stems, but there was also a sharpness to it, like blades drawn from a forge. Talli’s eyes were drawn to it, tracing the pattern in curiosity. Then Lord Balok was there and he saw where Talli was looking.

“Ah, you see her Múl Gwen. It is Alarae’s standing. Those who can read it know that she has walked the Path of Strength and is considered among the most deviant, most masochistic, most passionate of our elvish slaves.” He walked around Talli and she felt his hand on her hip, only for it to circle around to her flank. She twitched as his touch went to the same spot on her body, tracing circles in the oil in the small of her back. “I wonder what your Múl Gwen will say about you when we are done.” Talli gulped. The dark elf moved in front of her and raised one hand. 

Orange, glittering light seemed to exude from his fingers and only Talli’s familiarity with magic kept her from gawking. Being the vessel of a powerful mage had shown Talli some of the things that magic could do and her eyes locked onto Lord Balok’s hand. The power coalesced into a pair of strange looking slivers, thickening at the center. Both slug-like things moved, snakelike. Talli flinched as Balok extended his hand toward her, almost stepping out of the silver circles.

“I cannot tell you what these will feel like,” Balok said, as the magical constructs seemed to writhe, searching for something. “The trial of Obedience can be challenging. It is the stepping stone to both Paths and their Trials. Elven girls say it is pleasure, human females say it is maddening, and yet women of all races find it agonizing. Regardless, you must keep your feet in the circles if you wish to be released from the magic.”

Talli blinked. “I can cum if I keep still, Master?” 

Behind Balok, Alarae snorted, a smirk on her face.  

“Orgasm will not be an option,” Lord Balok said simply, his hand still raised. “Though nothing prohibits it. Your arousal is inconsequential to the Trial, and it is all about obedience.” Talli bit her lip. Balok touched her on the right wrist and the orange, glittering thing moved onto her skin. Then he bent down and the second thing crawled onto the top of her straining left foot.

Instantly Talli sucked in a breath. The sensation was a mixture of feelings. There was a maddening itch beneath both constructs that made her long to scratch at her skin. The one at her wrist encircled her arm and began slowly winding its way toward her elbow, while at the same time, the construct on her foot seemed to crawl under the black leather bondage cuff on her ankle, clearly heading upward. Almost immediately, Talli gasped as the tingling sensation seemed to both burn and tickle, but even more maddening was the way the muscle beneath each magical slug seemed to suddenly tic and twitch, jumping crazily without any control.

“Oh! Oh gods!” Talli blurted out. For a moment, Talli’s mind went back to Beatrice being pulled from the mouth of that chameleon monster, her clothing dissolving into pieces from the caustic acid. Part of her imagined that what she was feeling had to be like that. Her left calf suddenly began jerking, as did her right bicep and Talli gritted her teeth, struggling to both resist the urge to slap at the strange magical things crawling on her body, as much as keeping her straining toes in the two silver circles. 

She gulped as the magic curled into the sensitive crook of her elbow. But just as she closed her eyes and shuddered, the construct on her leg crawled onto the sensitive and ticklish area behind her knee, both leaving a glistening, burning trail along her skin. But underneath the glittering stream of magic there was a burrowing pleasure, as if someone was gently stroking her flesh, trying to tantalize her. The construct on her arm passed along the inside of her elbow and continued toward her torso while the other began crawling up the inside of her thigh. Talli felt her breathing become more ragged as it got closer and closer.

“Where… where are they… going?” She gasped in alarm as the higher magical slug slid into the slight depression beneath her arm. Talli twitched, her toes white from the pressure as she struggled to remain in place. The magical slug slid forward, creeping up the side of her right breast, heading straight for the nipple. The muscles beneath it jumped, a disturbingly odd sensation to the girl. She only barely noted that the construct on her thigh had turned away from her sex, barely grazing one petal of her flower, to crawl upward along her bikini line toward her hip. The reason she was so distracted was that the other construct had found her nipple.

It circled her areola twice before crawling across the tender tip and Talli’s skin puckered, tingled, and tightened as the magic seeped into her flesh. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as the sensation surged through her breast, a mixture of pleasure, irritation, burning, and strangeness. 

“Oh gods!” She said again, arching her back. “Can you… can you… put another on my tits?” She begged. 

Lord Balok’s eyebrow went up and Alarae gave Talli a disbelieving look. 

“You will not find them so pleasant when they reach their intended destination,” Lord Balok replied. 

Talli shuddered as the lower construct crossed her hip and began crawling onto her buttock. Her ass tightened, then shook, the muscles contracting violently as it traced an asymmetric path toward her crack. Talli winced, mewling, her entire body starting to shake as the caustic tingle felt like a line of freezing fire being etched across her bottom. Her attention was drawn upward again as she realized the second slug had made its way across its own trail, over to her other breast, and was circling the nipple. 

Spasms rippled through Talli’s petite frame and she grimaced, eyes closed. “Please! Oh gods! Please! It’s so… it’s so…”

Lord Balok grinned. “It’s so? What? Maddening? Painful? Endure! Keep your feet in the circles!” 

Talli let out a frustrated shout, her fingers tightening on each other as she struggled to hold her position. The sensation of the magical constructs sliding along her skin sent prickling, tickling, burning sensations up to her brain, undercut with a strange pleasure that forced Talli’s messed up mind to translate the stimulation into something else. Suddenly her hips were thrusting, her sex tightening with desperate longing. She tilted her face upward, squealing as the slug slid across her nipple. As her bosom tingled madly, her nipples tightening and releasing in a flurry of spastic jerks, the construct headed downward toward her navel. Talli longed to bring her hands to her breasts, to pinch her nipples, to squeeze and scratch at her flesh. 

“Wwaait! Where… oh gods! Not my ass!” She blurted out. Her body spasmed again, but she still kept her legs spread wide, her straining toes in the circles, both arches tense, heels raised. Behind her, the glittering gold construct began sliding into the crack between her buttocks, heading straight downward. 

Alarae, who looked excited, moved closer as Talli began shaking, barely able to remain in place. “Talli, you must hold. Endure.”

Balok looked over at Alarae, a frown of disapproval. “Do not encourage her. Or give her false hope. No human has ever withstood the full exploration.” 

Alarae looked down apologetically. “I’m sorry, my Lord.” 

Talli’s eyes widened as the magic slug found the small brown button of her ass. “Oh gods! Where is it going?” She whimpered, ignoring the way the upper construct slid into her navel, then continued downward toward her sex. Her body felt like it was on fire, but not with flame. It was as if Alarae was stroking her with that oiled brush again, while at the same time someone was running a pinwheel along Talli’s skin. And under that, someone was licking the same spot, and even beneath that, someone was giving her a sunburn. Talli let out a slightly hysterical laugh, blinking tears. 

Talli screamed as she felt the first penetration. The lower of the two magical slugs thrust itself into her ass, wriggling into her bottom, only to begin crawling up inside her. Talli quivered violently, her toes and ankles twisting as she struggled to stay standing on the two circles. Alarae’s eyes widened in delighted surprise as Talli then cried out again, this time when the upped construct found the human girl’s clitoris. It circled it, tightening around it, squeezing and Talli gritted her teeth for a second.

“Master!” She screamed, looking desperately at Balok. “May I cum?” 

Balok blinked in surprise. “What? From this?” He asked in surprise. But then he realized it was too late.

Talli shook, her body rippling with spasms, her toes alternating between white and red as she twitched madly, still struggling to keep her legs spread, her feet within the silver circles. “AGGGGHHH!” She screamed as the thing let go of her clitoris and slid down through her petals. It penetrated, moving into Talli’s depths with a squirming thrust. Heat and need burst within her and Talli’s hands flew from the back of her neck down to her groin. Fluids burst from her sex as she orgasmed, splattering the floor between the two silver circles. Her hips jerked wildly and she fell backward, barely catching herself with one hand before hitting the floor. The magic seemed to react to her orgasm and wave after wave of something, not pleasure, not pain, but stimulation so intense that she could barely register it, surged through her as her hips thrust wildly. 

Then she groaned.

It took Talli a moment to recover, to jumpstart her brain back into functionality. The first thing she realized was that her hands were on her breasts, nipples pinched tightly between her fingers. Her thighs were burning, but not from the magic. It was because she was still stretched wide apart, laying across the triskelion symbol, the heels of both feet still within the two silver circles. The heat in her ass and pussy was already fading fast.

Lord Balok blinked. “Well, it seems that maybe your declaration wasn’t typical human arrogance after all.”

Alarae just stared down at Talli, an expression of disbelief on her face. “She… orgasmed!” 

Lord Balok frowned and glanced over at the elven girl. “Take her to the Trial of Trust and prepare her.”

 Alarae bowed her head, looking away from Talli. “Yes, my lord,” she replied softly as the dark elf mage walked away. “You may remove your feet from the circles,” she said quietly to the supine human girl. 

Talli gulped but didn’t change her position. “What if I don’t want to?” She breathed, her chest still heaving from the orgasm. Alarae frowned. 

“Then I will be forced to discipline you. But why would you wish to remain like this?” She asked curiously. 

Talli let out a soft chuckle and a groan. “Because I like the way it feels when I’m open like this.” She closed her eyes. “What were those things? Because Bob needs a set.” Talli paused, pushed herself upright on her elbows and grinned. “Actually, two or three sets.”

Alarae looked confused. “They were magical constructs that set fire to the skin, but leave a trail of desire. And who is Bob?”

Talli laughed. “He is my master,” Talli replied. 

Alarae’s eyes narrowed. “The dark elves are your masters now.” 

Talli’s eyes flashed hotly, but then she smiled and looked right at Alarae. “Did you cum when they did this to you?”

Alarae frowned. “I did not. I have never heard of any female, elven, half-elf, or human, to have done so. It is very peculiar. As was your being able to withstand the entire trial.”

Talli, legs still stretched open wide, grinned. “I’m a little strange I guess. So, what’s next?”

“Are you so eager for torture?” Alarae asked curiously. 

Talli licked her lips. “One elf’s torture is a human girl’s pleasure.” 

Alarae still looked discombobulated. “You will not think that soon. Stand up,” she said, this time making it an order. Talli pulled her feet from the circles with a disappointed look, then stood. “Follow,” Alarae demanded. She turned and led Talli deeper into the judgement hall.

The Trial of Trust

With her eyes now starting to adjust to the dimness, Talli got glimpses into the various niches. The first thing that Talli noticed was that there were several human girls already being tested, or sexually tortured depending on one’s perspective, all in niches on the right side of the hall. One beautiful brunette was mounted on a chevron shaped frame, her legs bound open, but the soles of her feet brought close together. Weighted clamps clung to her nipples and she was being spun on a phallic post. 

In another niche a redheaded girl with long braids was on her knees, bouncing on a strange, leather padded saddle. Another dark elf, a male, was standing in front of her, his cock buried deep in her mouth, getting a blowjob. But from the way the girl was twitching, Talli wasn’t sure she was enjoying the experience. Talli slowed to watch, a mixture of jealousy and fascination on her face.

“You need not study her,” Alarae said simply. “You will eventually endure the Trial of Dedication. It is part of the Path of Eagerness.”

Talli licked her lips. “Good,” she said softly. Alarae glanced back at her, noting that Talli’s hand was between her legs, already stroking her clit in soft circles. “Mistress? Why aren’t any of the stations on that side of the room being used?” Talli asked, pointing. 

 Alarae stopped and looked back at Talli. “Do not call me Mistress. I am Alarae. I am a sex slave, just like you.” She frowned. “That is the Path of Strength. You are on the Path of Eagerness.” She shook her head and sniffed disdainfully. “Human girls are not suitable for the Path of Strength.”

Talli glanced at one of the empty stations. A simple leather bench sat between multiple pots, each filled with a vine-like plant that grew upward toward the ceiling. Talli felt a surge of curiosity, especially since she couldn’t quite figure out what the torment might be. “Who is it for?”

Alarae grabbed Talli’s arm and pulled her deeper into the Hall of Judgement. “It is for those with elven blood. Human girls are too frail to withstand those torments.”

Talli snorted. “Someone is seriously underestimating us human girls,” she replied sourly. Her eyes narrowed. “But don’t you have any elven girls to test right now? I thought I saw an elf girl being brought in before me.” She grinned. “I’d sort of like to see what happens.”

Alarae stopped Talli in front of a wide wooden platform that sat in a sunken depression on the floor. A channel led away and into a drain in the wall behind the platform. The stone appeared darker than the regular raised surface and there was a cool moisture in the air. Soft, bluish light seemed to flicker around the platform.

“There are no elven girls being tested now, and you speak foolishly,” Alarae said with scorn. 

“But I know I saw one,” Talli insisted. “An elf girl. She was blonde, really thin and cute.” She licked her lips. “I’m just curious, um… about the Path of Strength. I want to see it.”

Alarae shook her head. “I told you. There are no elven girls taking the trial.”

Talli looked around. “Are you absolutely sure?” She asked insistently.

“Why are you asking this?” Alarae asked, suddenly suspicious.

Talli blinked, then blushed. “Well, I just think I could handle the Path of Strength.”

“You need to focus on walking the Path of Eagerness. You seem very well suited for it. You might even walk it fully to the end.”

“Did you walk the full Path of Strength?” Talli asked as Alarae pushed her down to sit on the edge of the table.

Alarae blinked. “Barely. The Trial of Waves, which is the last trial for both paths, even as the trial of Obedience begins them both, was… difficult to bear after so much torment. I passed out on the second orgasm.” She pushed Talli down onto her back.

“What's the Trial of Waves?” Talli asked as Alarae moved down to Talli’s feet and spread Talli’s legs. 

“Were it the first of the trials, it would never end,” Alarae said simply. “You are pleasured until you can bear no more.”

Talli grinned. “That actually sounds like fun,” she said. “I can bear an awful lot.”

“No girl has cum more than three or four times. Put your arms down by your hips,” Alarae ordered. Talli let out a frustrated sigh but followed the half-elf girl’s command and Alarea attached the wrist cuffs to the table’s sides, leaving Talli helpless. “It is not the pleasure that is the trial. It is being forced into it, over and over, that breaks each of us. But you must now focus on the Trial of Trust.”

“Trust?” Talli asked.

Alarae ran her hand down Talli’s body. “You must trust me.”

Talli frowned. “Trust you to do what?” 

Alarae looked down at the girl. “To test you. And only test you.” 

Suddenly, the table tilted backward and Talli’s feet swung upward. “Ohhhh!” Talli gasped as her world inverted. Talli’s weight was now taken by her ankles and she squirmed a bit as Alarae brought a thick leather belt across Talli’s midriff. Of course, Talli saw Alarae’s sex, the perfectly thin and delicate petals exposed, her pierced clitoris swollen and extended, forced out from under the hood by the metal ring. Talli couldn’t help herself. She lifted her head, tongue coming out. Alarae jerked in surprise as she felt Talli press up between her thighs, but then she sighed and spread her legs, allowing Talli to lick her clit. 

Alarae groaned softly, pressing herself against Talli’s mouth, but then seemed to pull herself together. She pulled away and Talli’s head dropped down with a disappointed groan. Talli looked up at Alarae as the elf girl pushed a half barrel over. 

“Lift your head,” Alarae commanded. Talli pulled her chin to her chest and Alarae positioned the container beneath her. When Talli relaxed, she found her vision mostly blocked by the edge of the half-barrel. Her sex pulsed, the previous orgasm only slightly dulling the insane amount of arousal that coursed through Talli’s veins. She wished that she had one of Bob’s vibrating stones inside her. Or Florentino’s huge cock. Which is when something cool and wet fell right on her vulnerable, exposed sex, and splattered into droplets. 

Talli lifted her head as a stream of water began falling directly down upon her sex and she saw Alarae positioning some sort of trough above Talli’s body with a rope. It was high up, barely visible. Water gurgled and another pint’s worth of fluid fell, striking Talli’s sex with heavy impacts. Then Alarae moved another trough into place, pulled a lever, and Talli spluttered as a fresh splash of water fell upon her breasts, then splattered all over her face.

Talli blinked water out of her eyes. It flowed down her body from her sex to her head, only to pour down through her hair and into the half barrel below her. It was difficult to see and not being able to wipe her face, or clear her eyes, quickly became an irritation. Irritation led to frustration and Talli grimaced, struggling to find a position for her head that minimized the water droplets splashing onto her face. 

“I will release you when you cum,” Alarae said, “and only when you cum.”

The water falling on Talli’s sex and breasts came from high above her and the continuous flow fell hard, seemingly right on her clitoris and nipples. Water splashed downward onto her belly and face and the first few minutes Talli struggled to adjust to the constant flow constantly getting in her nose. She coughed and turned her head to the side, which helped mitigate her breathing problems, but as the immediate problem was resolved, allowed Talli to realize that she was becoming sensitive to the non-rhythmic stream striking her clitoris and breasts. 

Talli began to squirm, growing more frustrated minute by minute. Between the water splashing into her face, and the incessant streams falling on her sex and breasts, Talli trembled and groaned. The water was maddening. Her body didn’t quite know how to interpret the sensation. It felt good, but also bad. She could feel her clitoris getting pounded, as if the tender nub was being lightly beaten. But the longer she hung there, the stronger each blow seemed to feel. 

“She appears to be uniquely sensitive to this torment,” came Lord Balok’s voice. “Raise the trough height to maximum and increase the flow.”

Alarae’s surprise was evident. “Master?”

“Do as you are told, or you will be punished along with the human girl. Now increase the flow.”

Talli cracked open her eyes, blinking water out of them, only to see Alarae quickly moving to the side of the device. Above her, a mechanism was shifted and Talli immediately felt the change. More water, from much, much higher, began falling on her body. Talli had no way to describe the sensation. It was as if she were fucking Florentino, his thick cock pounding away at her sex, but much more rapidly than the conscientious rock giant would ever inflict upon her. It was like someone was taking a mallet and pounding on her sex. Talli cried out, her hips twisting as the heavy stream thudded onto her outstretched and vulnerable sex, her full breasts actually deforming from the constant streams of water. Even more got in Talli’s eyes and she had to close them again. Now water poured into her mouth. It was fresh, but there was so much of it!

A hand reached up under her head, lifting it upward. That helped, getting her face out of much of the spray and she only realized belatedly that the barrel was filling with water. Lots and lots of water. A soft cloth brushed her face, clearing the water beading on her eyelids away. She opened her eyes to see Lord Balok there, holding the cloth, soaking up the fluid. She groaned as her sex tried to cope with the unusual beating it was receiving. She felt herself tightening as her clit was repeatedly smashed flat. It didn’t hurt per se… but it was… intense. Deep. Penetrating. 

“Please?” She managed the beg. “Can I suck your cock, Master?”

Lord Balok lowered her head back into the stream of water and she was forced to close her eyes, spluttering again as water fell on her face. But even as she spluttered she felt the trapped effluvium filling the container her head was in, now almost high enough to touch the tops of her ears. A surge of panic rushed through her, but a sharp stinging sensation exploded viciously across both of her breasts. She yelped, looking up toward her breasts, eyes blinking against the stream, to see Lord Balok swinging the soaked cloth he had used to wipe her face once more..

It struck perfectly across her bosom and stung just as much as the first blow. Talli cried out with a gurgle. But even as her mouth filled with water and she spluttered, she felt the pain of the wet cloth being whipped against her body fall again, but this time between her legs. Her feet jerked as her sex tightened and a third, then fourth set of blows to her sex left her shuddering.

“Aagghh!” Talli squealed, thrashing on the inverted frame. Water was now almost to her eyes and she coughed as Lord Balok continued with his makeshift weapon. He didn’t hold back either, striking hard and slashing at her chest and sex with the wet cloth, until her skin was flushed pink under the deluge. 

“Please!” Talli cried out, no longer able to see, her eyes filled with water. She coughed, spluttering. “I’m drowning!” But Talli’s cries became even more waterlogged as Balock flicked the soaked tip against her clit. The stinging burn seared through her and suddenly, Alarae’s comment surged through Talli’s mind.

Trust. To test you. And only test you.

Talli turned her head, took a deep breath, and forced herself to relax. It wasn’t easy. Water crept upward toward the tip of her nose. Worse, Lord Balok continued to whip her across the breasts and between the legs. But she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that they wouldn’t drown her. Alarae and Lord Balok could be trusted to hurt her, and only hurt her. And when she allowed herself to calm, moving away from the fear of drowning, only the sensation between her legs and across her breasts moved her.

The pain of the whipping, now experienced as something other than just agony, seemed to swell. The sensation was so strong, so arousing, that even Balok was surprised at the tone of Talli’s cries. He continued to slap the wet cloth against her loins, her clitoris swelling, water splashing everywhere. Talli blubbered something, her words intelligible, but the way she stiffened a second later, toes curling as her body began a flurry of sexual spasms, left Balok and Alarae with little doubt as to her condition.

She was cumming. 

He stepped back. Talli groaned, spitting water out of her mouth and letting her head fall back into the half-barrel. Water threatened to engulf her, but somehow her nose and mouth stayed exposed. She relaxed as the sexual euphoria seemed to fill up every part of her. Water continued to cascade down onto her exposed sex and breasts and she twitched as her now sensitive clit continued to bear the brunt of the falling water.

“She orgasmed,” Alarae said in surprise. “I did not expect that.”

Lord Balok stepped back. “Do we not instruct them to do exactly that?” He asked.

Alarae frowned. “Yes, my Lord, but few do.” Her eyes flickered to the water still falling hard on Talli’s outstretched and quivering body. 

Balok stroked his chin. “She has completed this test quicker than I have seen before and the other two trials are still occupied. Since she seems susceptible to this kind of torment, and it is not the sexual aspect that is important.” He eyes Alarae. “Leave her on it until she satisfies you.”

Alarae’s eyes widened and she smiled softly. “Yes Master. Thank you, Master.” 

Balok walked away. Alarae pulled Talli’s head out of the half barrel and tugged the container away, tipping it. Water rushed down into a drain in the floor and Talli spluttered again as her face was once more drenched. Alarae reached over to a nearby rack and removed a leather flogger, then stepped up to Talli. Shielding Talli’s face with her loins, the elf girl spread herself open and pressed her sex against Talli’s mouth. It blocked most of the water and it only took Talli a few seconds before she began licking. Pleasure surged up into Alarae’s sex, but Talli’s tongue was only half the satisfaction she wanted. She raised the leather flogger and snapped it down between Talli’s legs, striking the water soaked and still tormented slit with eager viciousness.

Talli screeched, jerking on the slanted table, but her tongue didn’t stop moving. In fact, Alarae was sure that the human girl’s licking had gotten even more intense. The elf girl struck again, loving the way the now soaked leather strands bit into the soft, pink folds of Talli’s flower, spreading it open. Water continued to pound down, causing Talli’s clit to flatten and flap back and forth in the downpour, and Alarae peppered that sensation with additional strokes, beating Talli’s sex with the whip until the girl was once more screeching, her body trembling. It wasn’t until Talli sucked Alarae’s clit into her mouth and then let go with a wild, raucous cry, that Alarae realized that the human girl had beaten her to climax. She stepped back as Talli shuddered a second time on the rack, her third orgasm in total, ankles rolling as the adrenaline pumped through Talli’s limbs. Alarae marveled, shocked that Talli could endure so much and still cum from it. 

Talli fell limp underneath the pouring water, eyes still shut, head turned to the side in a desperate attempt to keep as much of it out of her nose and mouth as possible. Alarae put her back to Talli’s body and once more moved into place, lifting Talli’s face. She locked her knees around Talli’s head, supporting it, shielding her from the splashing water, and their eyes met. Talli’s mouth opened and once more her tongue delved into Alarae. It didn’t take long for the elf girl to grimace in orgasmic delight and her own fluids mixed with the water, streaming down Talli’s neck.

Alarae quickly let Talli’s head go and she disappeared back under the cascade. Alarae moved fast though, turning off the water falling first on Talli’s breasts, then stopping the flow pounding on her sex. Talli groaned as the downpour became a light rainfall, then a mild drip. She mewled a little, hair wet, eyes still closed, as Alarae lowered the other end of the table, returning Talli to a horizontal position. She released the human girl, helping Talli down to the floor. Talli dropped, shuddering, only to curl into a fetal ball.

“You must not,” Alarae hissed. “You must kneel.”

“Cold,” Talli whispered. 

Alarae frowned, but then nodded. “You will be warm soon enough,” she said. “Now kneel. Ready yourself for the Master. You must now face the Trial of Dedication.” 

Trial of Dedication

Slowly Talli nodded. She pulled her legs underneath herself, then got on all fours. She just barely managed to get into a proper kneeling position, hands on her thighs, knees spread wide, when Lord Balok returned. He looked at Talli, then put a hand on her head. Suddenly a wave of warmth washed over Talli and she groaned with immediate pleasure. 

“Thank you, Master,” she said as she felt the cold disappear.

Lord Balok looked at Alarae. “Are you satisfied?” He asked.

Alarae nodded, but she had a concerned look on her face. “I am, Master. But… the human girl… Talli. She orgasmed once more before I did.”

Balok looked confused. “You stimulated her?”

Alarae shook her head. “No Master. I used the flogger on her sex.”

His eyebrow went up and he glanced down at Talli. “How interesting.” He paused thoughtfully. “Then let us continue.”

Lord Balok led Talli over to another of the Trials and Talli saw the leather saddle. Without a bouncing girl straddling the padded seat, Talli could see the impressive phallus that stood erect. It was massive, though only in comparison to a human cock. Talli smirked a little, knowing that her experience with Florentino would make such a large probe relatively easy to take. But as she was guided to straddle the saddle, she saw small black runes drawn along the length. 

“Sit. Impale yourself. Enjoy the pleasure,” Lord Balok said simply. 

Talli sank down, kneeling to either side. Her pussy was still quite tender from both the pounding impact of the water and Alarae’s whipping, but she rocked her hips, rubbing the tapered tip of the phallus against her sex. She was still quite aroused and wet and with a groan she took the full length of the thing, sinking down with a rapturous look on her face. When it was fully inside her, she felt a soft vibration and her pussy tightened in sensuous need. In seconds her hips were rolling as she began working herself thoroughly, bouncing up and down. Alarae moved quickly, coming up and securing Talli’s ankles and calves down so that while she could move up and down the shaft, getting off it would be impossible.

“Let us begin,” Lord Balok said simply, stepping directly in front of Talli, only to pull aside his robes and thrust an impressive cock into her face. “You will only be allowed off the saddle when I have had my satisfaction.” 

Talli grinned, reaching up to grab hold of the dark elf’s throbbing prick. “I’m planning on taking my time,” she teased. “This feels incredible. I’m allowed to explode, right Master?”

Balok nodded. “If you are able.”

And with that Talli opened her mouth and engulfed him. 

She bobbed her head only two or three times before she realized that the sensation of the cock in her pussy had changed. The vibration intensified, but something was… off. It was as if the phallus was shaking at a frequency her body was unaccustomed to. Still, it excited her and she ground herself against the different sensation and continued her licking and sucking of the grayish rod in her hand.

The texture of Balok’s skin was smooth and soft and the scent of him was a mixture of dark red wine and one of the special treats Bob liked to give her. Chocolate. And dark chocolate at that. Talli took him deep, bobbing her head and even used her fingernails to stroke his scrotal sack. Balok endured it silently. Beneath Talli, she felt the phallus tremble differently, and this time, her pussy locked up around the thing, almost in protest.

“Uggghh,” she moaned, pulling her head off Balok for just a moment. Her bottom tightened and for the first time she felt a prickling sensation coming from her loins. “Oh.. what the fuck?” She asked, glancing down. She tried lifting up, but that only made the weird and slight irritation seem to affect her clitoris directly.

Balok shook his head. “The discomfort will only increase. I highly suggest you focus on the task, before the sensation overwhelms you.”

Talli gave the dark elf a worried glance. “Overwhelms me?” 

Balok nodded. “You will only be released when I have been satisfied.”

Talli bit her lip. Now her loins were twitching, and not in a completely fun way. Each time her sex convulsed around the huge phallus there was a genuine chaffing sensation. Talli licked her lips and grabbed hold of Balok, who pulled back completely.

“Gently, child,” he chided. 

Talli let out a tiny whine as her thighs started to shake, but she nodded and when Lord Balok stepped back into place, she opened her mouth. This time she worked him quickly and expertly, her head going back and forth, her lips curled around her teeth to make sure that he felt only softness, even as her tongue swirled around the tip. She’d blown Bob and Florentino often enough that she knew how to bring satisfaction to a man, but Balok’s response was almost imperceptible and as the prickling sensation became stronger, turning to an actual caustic flow, she felt a sliver of trepidation. Worse, she couldn’t stop her hips from churning, the nettle-like ordeal seemingly moving her on its own. 

“Unnngghhh!” She mewled a moment later, mouth full of cock, as her ass began clenching as well. The tingling twinges turned to acute discomfort. It was as if she were fucking a cactus, or a fire demon, or… and Talli’s fucked up mind envisioned this for a moment, getting licked deeply by the chameleon creature with the acidic saliva that had attacked Lady Beatrice. She imagined Gwendolyn tying her open between two trees, unable to close her legs while the reptile lapped and lapped at her sex. Talli tried to blot out the sensations and focus on Lord Balok’s cock, but the intensity continued to increase and Talli let out a squeal, her mouth still wrapped around the elf sausage she was sucking on. 

Alarae watched passively as the human girl began shaking, clearly in distress, but Talli didn’t give voice to her pain, only opening her mouth so that Balok’s cock could slide in and out. She mewled, whimpering, closing her eyes and Alarae saw a tear begin to slide down the girl’s cheek. But then Talli’s hips began rolling again and Talli brought her free hand up to her own breast. Alarae blinked in confusion as Talli began pinching, even as she slurped noisily on Balok’s rod. Then Talli’s body jerked with involuntary response as it tried to escape the pain. Except… Talli’s mouth went deep. She closed her eyes and even in pain, began deep throating Lord Balok’s cock.

His shaft slid down past her tongue and Alarae’s eyes widened. How the girl avoided gagging was beyond Alarae’s understanding, but even more astonishing was the way Talli was thrusting. How could she even respond to the pain in such a sexual manner? Every girl that Alarae had ever tested on the Trial of Dedication had either failed, or focused solely on sucking cock. Of course, few of them had ever been forced to pleasure Lord Balok. The elf lord was legendary for his restraint. 

Talli’s face turned upward, her eyes opening. Agony flickered across her face, but she bobbed her head, each thrust taking Lord Balok deep. She stared up at him, devouring his sex and then she took hold of the base of his cock and began rubbing rapidly as she sucked and licked the sensitive tip. But even as she did, Alarae saw the change come over her. Her toes curled as her muscles tightened and her back arched. Her chest stuck further out, thrusting her tits forward and her movements became intensified. 

“FUCK!” She suddenly cried out. “Oh gods! Thats… that’s…” she closed her eyes and then slammed her own face back down onto Balok’s throbbing cock, muffling the cries of agonized ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm her.

Balok groaned and then suddenly yanked his cock out of Talli’s mouth. He grabbed hold of it, but by then it was already spurting, coating the violently shaking human girl’s face. White cream dripped down onto Talli’s heaving chest and she leaned back, hands twisting and pinching her own nipples, as Alarae watched in shocked astonishment.

“I’m… I’m… so… close!” Talli shrieked. She gritted her teeth and then her wetness exploded out from around the cock she was impaled upon, soaking the saddle, her thighs, and even the floor around her knees. Talli pitched forward with a cry, almost smacking her head on the floor, but Lord Balok caught her, holding her as a violent ripple surged through her body. Then Talli sagged, panting heavily. She groaned a moment later and Lord Balok gestured to Alarae. 

“Release her,” he said. “And take her to the Trial of Balance.” Balok turned away, leaving Alarae alone with Tall.

The Trial of Balance

Alarae darted forward and freed Talli’s legs, but the half-elf girl knew that Lord Balok’s orgasm had silenced the magic of the phallus. Talli unfolded, pulling herself off the saddle and she fell down to the side and stretched her legs.

“Wow,” she said, sounding a little worn out. “That was intense.”

Alarae squatted down by the human girl. “It is unusual for a subject to orgasm on the Trial of Dedication.”

Talli looked up and smiled. “Well, I’m pretty dedicated to cumming,” she admitted somewhat ruefully. “That said, dark elf jism tastes as good as regular elf, which is better than human cum, and way better than rock giant.” 

Alarae looked at Talli with an expression of horror. “Rock giant?” 

Talli nodded. “Chewy, tastes like wet sand, and has the same texture.” She glanced around. “Trial of Balance?”

Alarae blinked and let out a frustrated sigh. “You are a glutton for punishment.”

“As long as I get to cum, of course I am.”

“I cannot guarantee an orgasm, but with you I am beginning to believe that no torment will prevent you from exploding,” Alarae said. She turned and Talli couldn’t help admiring the elven girl’s posterior, the black harness cupping her exquisite buttocks perfectly. But it was Alarae’s Múl Gwen that caught Talli’s eye. It was a far prettier tattoo than the flower of tiny skulls on Talli’s right bicep. Talli could help but wonder what her own Múl Gwen would look like. Would it hurt? Alarae led her to the next station where the chevron shaped frame lay flat on the floor. But as Talli crawled over, she realized that it looked more like an arrowhead. 

“You will lay your head in the upper section, arms stretched straight out along the top braces. Bend your knees and lay them on the downward sloping bars here, and here.” 

Talli looked over at the unusual and lumpy phallus, then shrugged. She lay down where Alarae indicated and moved her arms into position. Alarae wasted no time and began binding Talli to the frame, first just above the elbows, then at the wrists. Double straps above and below the knee fixed Talli’s legs in place, and then Alarae secured her ankles. It wasn’t until the double rope connecting the very top of the frame was drawn up and Talli raised into the air, that she realized she was well supported, but completely immobilized. Talli groaned softly as Alarae positioned her above the strange, lumpy phallus and began lowering her.

“If you require lubricant, I can provide some,” Alarae said softly as Talli let out a soft moan. 

Talli glanced downward. “No, I’m wet enough,” she replied, her voice strained a bit. “It’s just bigger than I thought. It’s about as big as Florentino.” She closed her eyes and rolled her hips a bit as she sank down even further. “Ohhh,” she groaned. “Right about… there. Oh yes!” She wriggled a bit more, clearly trying to work herself on it. Her toes and feet were able to touch the shaft, but she was unable to get any up and down movement. “That’s… that’s frustrating.”

Alarae came around to Talli’s front, two silver objects glittering in her hands. “You will soon feel movement, I assure you.” Alarae lifted the first steel clover clamp and lifted it to Talli’s chest. The human girl winced and groaned as the clover clamp bit deep behind her piercing. 

“Owww,” Talli hissed. “That’s tight!” 

Alarae lifted the other one and locked it down on Talli’s other breast. The human girl winced as both pink tips were tightly pinched between the metal pincers. Both clamps rose and fell as her breathing began to increase. Alarae allowed her to adjust for a half a minute, then held up two heavy iron weights. 

“These are each a kilo in weight,” she said, though from the confusion in Talli’s eyes, the elven girl sighed. “A little more than two pounds,” she added.

Talli blinked. “Two pounds?” She blurted out, but Alarae was already hanging the first weight on the right side of Talli’s bosom. Instantly Talli let out a hiss as the weight tugged the clamp downward. Her nipple literally bent, pain shooting up through her breast. Worse, the clover clamp was designed to tighten when tugged on and the weight managed to make the bite even worse.

“Oh gods,” Talli groaned. But then Alarae added the second clamp. More pain exploded through Talli’s top and she shuddered, tightening her sex around the lumpy, weird phallus. Then Alarae stood and with one hand, she began to rotate Talli slowly clockwise. 

Instantly, the strange lumps on the phallus inside her became a focal point of sensation, almost overwhelming the throbbing agony shooting through Talli’s bust. Alarae turned her steadily and each lump on the cock in Talli’s pussy could be felt as she was twisted around the centered and mounted shaft. As Alarae turned her, Talli could feel herself rising as well, spinning higher and higher and she realized that by turning her, Alarae was essentially tightening the rope above her. It wasn’t until only an inch of the weird cock was left in her grasping and soaked slit, that Talli realized exactly what was about to happen. 

“Oh gods!” Talli exclaimed. “Alarae! Wait! I’ll get dizzy! And… I’m not sure my breasts…” but her words were suddenly cut off as Alarae not only let go of the edge of the frame, but gave Talli a f push. 

And Talli spun. 

The frame got up to an impressive speed almost immediately as the tension placed on the twisted rope accelerated Talli. Instantly she screamed as a riot of sensation hammered through her. First was the phallus. As she spun round the lumpy cock, each of the protrusions seemed to be even bigger in size going down than they felt going up. In fact, it caused her entire body to shake, as if she were a log in a raging flood, caroming of rocks as she traveled downstream. It was a violent back and forth, pounding at the insides of her sex. But then, almost as quick, an agonizing sharpness seemed to burst at the tips of her breasts. Exquisite pain made Talli wail as her nipples burned, pulled outward as the centrifugal forces of her spin pulled the weights and clamps outward. It was a sensation she was unprepared for, and never before experienced.

But even as her nipples hurt, her feet arched and she pressed her toes against the shaft. Almost instantly she slowed, dramatically even, and the weights which had been extended out at forty-five degrees from her breasts, fell back down to dangle from Talli’s nipples. The sensation of the lumpy phallus pummeling her insides softened and she quivered, whimpering softly until the thick cock was once again fully inside her.

Alarae merely took hold of the corner of the frame and began turning it once again, though this time she went counterclockwise. Talli didn’t protest. Instead she let out a desperate moan and tightened. Each weird lump of the phallus was noticeable on the steady climb. In fact, Talli enjoyed the sensation. When she once again reached the top of the shaft, with barely any cock inside her, Alarae let go and even gave her another push.

This time, Talli was a little more prepared for the initial speed. Pressing the soft arches of her feet against the shaft, she slowed her rotation, though she was still unable to stop it. Each bump on the phallus was like having someone beat the bottoms of her feet with a stick. But it was still better than spinning wildly out of control until her nipples got ripped off. Downward she went, the thick and lumpy rod filling her sex completely. 

Only for Alarae to begin winding her back up. 

For a third time Talli began spinning, slowing her descent with her feet. She was starting to feel it too, the strain and soreness in the arches, each bump almost bruising her flesh. And no matter how much she pressed, she wasn’t able to stop herself as she rotated down onto the huge cock. Worse, the crushing bite of the clover clamps and the wiggling of the weights dragging down on her nipples became a throbbing agony that shot up through her chest. 

She got to the bottom, her pussy filled almost to the brim, and Alarae began turning her again. Talli looked up at the elf girl. “How many… how many times… do I… have to… do this?” She panted.

“Until the clamps fall off your tits,” Alarae responded.

Talli blinked. “They’re clover clamps,” she exclaimed. “They won’t come off! They’re designed to tighten the more you pull on them!” 

Alarae smiled. “That is why it is torture.” She continued turning Talli until the phallus was barely inside her, then let go.”

Talli's pussy tightened as she began spinning and for a second, she instinctively pressed the bottoms of her feet against the phallus, but then a sudden realization hit her. With a groan, she forced herself to pull back. Instantly the frame spun up faster and faster and the pain in her bosom doubled as the weights were flung outward. Worse, the spinning of the bumps on the phallus seemed to slam through her pussy.

Halfway down, Talli closed her eyes and screamed. A flurry of sensation rocked her, from the pounding and filling of her sex, to the agony shooting up from her nipples. She almost didn’t have time to realize it, but the vicious assault to her pussy left her soaked, her inside rippling with need. She was almost on the cusp of orgasm when the rope spun itself out and she came to a stop.

“Aagghghh,” Talli cried out. “Alarae! Please!”

The elf-girl shook her head. “You will spin again,” she said, once more beginning the slow process of winding Talli upward.

“No!” Talli shook her head. “No! Alarae! Go faster!” She jerked on the frame. “Wind me up! Wind me up! Hurry! HURRY!”

Alarae frowned, but began quickly spinning Talli, no longer walking her around, but using both hands to turn the frame. Talli whimpered as she was lifted and just as she got to the top, their eyes met. 

“Spin me hard!” Talli gasped, clenching her teeth. “I’m so close!”

And Alarae pulled on the edge of the frame.

Talli’s world whirled and in seconds the clover clamps tightened even more. She spun so fast that the various asymmetrical lumps became a thudding ripple between her legs. Suddenly, an even more agonizing pain shot through her right breast and it took half a second for Talli to realize that one of the clover clamps had been pulled off, and she was feeling the return of circulation to the throbbing tip of her breast. Three quarters of the way down the phallus, the second clamp went flying. Talli’s pussy quivered and Talli screeched, unable to buck, or thrust, or do anything but be impaled. And cum.

She came to a stop and Alarae looked down. The phallus was soaked and even more fluid was dripping down at the base where it was mounted to the floor. The elf maiden blinked, shocked and she dropped to one knee, raising a hand to Talli’s sex. Girl goo coated the petals and Alarae ran a finger along Talli’s outstretched labia. 

“Did you… did you orgasm?” Alarae asked incredulously. What sounded like a sob came from Talli and Alarae looked up, only to realize that Talli was laughing.

“I told… I told you…” Talli panted. She looked exhausted but smug. “You can… you can wind me… up again… if you… want.” 

Alarae frowned. “You still must face the Trial of Waves,” she said sternly. 

Suddenly Lord Balok appeared, watching as Alarae began turning Talli one last time. The human girl grinned up at the dark elf. 

“I thought dark elves were these dark sadistic masters of sexual torture,” Talli quipped. “I endured worse in the Labyrinth of King Haggard.” 

Alarae gasped and her hand slipped. Talli started to spin again, dropping down an inch or two. She groaned softly and when Alarae stopped the descent and began rotating her again, Lord Balok’s eyes were hard. 

“No human girl has ever walked the Path of Strength,” Balok said firmly. “Until now.” He glanced at Alarae. “Take her to the Trial of Thorns.” 

Talli’s Judgment - The Path of Strength

“What have you done?” Alarae gasped as Lord Balok walked away. “Are you mad? Do you have any idea what you have asked for?” She yanked hard on the rope and Talli groaned as the phallus finally came out of her dripping, sore sex. 

Talli let out a soft moan and closed her eyes. “I may get to see that elf girl get tortured.”

Alarae shook her head. “You will not see anyone but Lord Balok and me! The trials of the Path of Strength are hard! Harsh even. You think you have suffered and overcome, but you have no true idea of what real torment is like!” She lowered the frame down onto the ground and began freeing Talli’s ankles, then legs. Finally Talli’s arms were loosened and the human girl sat up. 

“I’m fine,” she said, running her hands over her arms gingerly. “That was, what… five orgasms?”

Alarae shook her head. “You are crazy.” She licked her lips. “Come. You wish to test yourself against an elven girl, then come.”

Talli slowly got to her feet. “That’s what I have been doing. Cumming.” 

The Trial of Thorns

“So, how… how am I doing?” Talli asked as Alarae led her across the testing hall. Talli glanced up and down the hall, only to see Beatrice being led away from the Trial of Obedience. She was trembling and seemed totally unaware of Talli. 

Alarae tugged on Talli’s arm. “I am unsure how to answer your question,” she said quietly. “You have completed the trials faster than any human I have ever met,” Alarae said accusingly. “Your fellow slave girls aren’t even a quarter of the way through.”

Talli blinked, looking up at the elf girl and licked her lips. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No one has orgasmed in all the trials. Ever.” Alarae grimaced and gave Talli a worried look. “You have evidently earned the right to walk the Path of Strength.”

Talli let out a weak laugh. “Told ya,” she said. “So what’s first?”

Alarae moved her to one niche Talli had noticed before. It was dark and strange looking vines seemed to be planted on either side of a wooden bench. “Lord Balok said to take you to the Trial of Thorns,” Alarae said sadly. “It… would not be my first choice of trials on this path.” She helped Talli sit down. “Lay back on the bench and relax. As much as you can.”

Talli glanced around, but lowered herself down immediately. She couldn’t even see the top of the niche, only a canopy of leaves. “Now what?” She asked Alarae. 

Alarae took a deep breath. “Now you will suffer. And perhaps, if you are lucky, cum again.”

Before Talli could even reply, something grabbed her left wrist. With a cry of alarm, she pulled against it, only to find her other limbs being grasped and yanked outward. Vines from the various sides of the niche had reached out and snagged her, tugging her open. Alarae was already backing away cautiously as Talli felt herself restrained. Then a vine looped itself around her throat, binding her directly to the bench. For a second, she panicked, half afraid that she was going to be choked, but except for a mild tightness, the vines didn’t cut off her airway. She kicked her feet, but even that movement was denied a second later. 

Then she felt something touch her flower, spreading open the petals of her sex. Talli gasped, unable to move as she was penetrated, a thick, pulsing, slick feeling probe sliding into her body. But despite the restrictive situation, she groaned with pleasure as it went in, satisfying her body’s urge to be filled. It was almost as thick as Florentino’s cock and it began pumping in and out of her sex with strange undulations unlike anything she had ever felt before. 

“Oh gods, yes!” Talli whimpered. Despite her multiple orgasms before, she ripened quickly, the pressures inside her doubling and then tripling. More vines began crawling over her body. Talli’s breasts were suddenly encased, the soft flesh bulging as the vines tightened around the base of each globe. Strands of vegetation crossed over her nipples, tiny tendrils teasing the tender tips. Talli couldn’t help herself and began tightening down on the probe inside her. 

“Oh gods…” she groaned lustily. “I’m so close!” That was when she felt the first sharpness. 

“Ow!” She yelped in surprise, lifting her head to look at her breast. Her right nipple stung, though she couldn’t see anything through the bundle of vines that seemed to have curled over and around the tip of her breast. “Oww!” she exclaimed again, eyes widening. She grimaced as something stabbed her nipple a third time. 

Prickling sensations erupted all over her body. Along her wrists and up her arms, sharp little pins seemed to be digging into her flesh. Around both breasts, the same sensation seemed to pierce her skin. Then came an agonizing moment when her already pierced nipples were punctured, tiny thorns growing and jabbing the already tender, freshly whipped tips. Talli squealed, shaking, and the tingling sting crawled up her legs from her ankles, straight toward her sex. Talli’s back arched and she screamed as the first prickling moved between her thighs and onto the petals of her flower. 

“Owww! OWWWIE!” 

The thick phallus inside her slammed deep and for a moment, Talli’s vision went white as she felt the spikes extrude from the thing inside her. They dug into her sex, but shallowly enough that it felt more like a burrowing poke, than being torn. Then the spikes on the phallus retracted, it pulled out completely, though she certainly still felt the surrounding vines press against her labia and clit. Another spike stabbed the sensitive nub at the top of her slit, stinging and burning as the slick phallus punched deep into her body again. Talli cried out, then gasped as a second probe pushed into her bottom. 

Pain and pleasure washed over the human girl as she thrashed upon the bench, her body covered with piercing vines. The areas affected the most were her breasts and loins and only the energetic thrusts of the vine’s phallic probes kept her from retreating into the pain. But it was worse than that too. Each time she thought she was going to cum, the sharp thorns would pierce deeper into her skin to send shards of pain racing through her nipples, clit, bottom, and sex. Almost as if the plant itself didn’t want her cumming. She gasped, struggling and fighting, thrusting upward as the two vines continued to fuck her stupid. Standing nearby was Alarae, watching sadly as Talli suffered. 

But then Talli took a deep breath. She held it, then slowly let it out. In her mind, she fled the pain, and even the pleasure. She found the dark, cold spot she’d been ignoring, tracing back the little line of power that ran to it. For the first time, she touched it, explored it, and when she dared to plunge herself into it, her body stiffened. Power surged through her for a second and she found herself back on the bench, screaming. Fluids exploded from her sex and the orgasm hammered itself through her body. Alarae’s eyes were wide and then the vines let Talli go, retreating instantly at the moment of orgasmic release.

Talli sucked in a breath and then closed her eyes with a shudder. Already the power was disappearing, going back to that cold, dark place, but a slightly hysterical laugh escaped her lips. She lay there a moment, her bare little feet on the ground, until Alarae leaned over her.

“You are the first human to have endured the Vayindral Vine.” She paused. “Not many elven girls cum from it.”

Talli lay there panting. “That was intense and I’d rather not do it again,” she said, catching her breath. 

Alarae’s eyes softened. “I too found the Vayindral to be… uncomfortable.” She pulled Talli upright and the two women looked at each other. “The next trial is worse,” she said softly.

The Trial of Acceptance

Talli bit her lip. “Like how worse?”

Alarae took Talli’s hand and began walking her toward a new niche. “The Trial of Acceptance can be even more painful than the trial of thorns, if you are not prepared.”

“Like… lubrication?” Talli asked as Alarae turned her left but didn’t respond otherwise. Talli looked around the beautiful half-elf girl only to see an intricate metal and wooden stool, positioned in the middle of the niche. Strange symbols were etched into the floor, circling the stool itself. Alarae pushed Talli closer and as the human girl’s bare little feet crossed the inscribed runes, she felt a shudder as goosebumps raised along her arms and down her sides. The seat of the stool was curved, as if it had been formed by someone sitting in it, though it was still inordinately small.

“That,” Talli said suspiciously, “does not look comfortable.”

The corners of Alarae’s mouth curled, as if she were trying not to smile. Instead, she grabbed Talli’s right wrist, snagging the black leather cuff she was wearing, and connected it to the matching cuff on her other arm. Talli’s breasts were thrust forward as her hands were bound behind her back. Then Alarae forced Talli backward, onto the seat. Talli felt it bump against her thighs and she spread her legs until the narrow platform was beneath her.

“Stay in position,” Alarae warned, dropping down onto one knee. Talli nodded, a ripple of both excitement and trepidation running through her. 

“So… um… why is this called the Trial of Acceptance?” Talli asked, trying to sound positive. She glanced down, realizing that Alarae was securing her ankles to the post of the stool. Talli went up on tiptoe, but almost lost her balance. Alarae seemed to be expecting it, placing a hand on Talli’s sex, catching her and pushing her back straight.

“Oof,” Talli grunted, only to gasp as Alarae’s fingers slid through her slit. “Oohhh,” she groaned. “Yessss…”

Alarae stood up, pulling her hand away. “As much as we both wish it, you must endure something else.” She leaned forward and gave Talli a kiss that surprised the human girl. Then Alarae turned her back on Talli and went behind her. 

“Endure what else?” Talli asked, twisting, trying to see where the elf-girl went. Alarae was at some sort of cabinet, pulling out a jar, the end of a small brush sticking out of it. Alarae came back around, the container in one hand, the brush in the other. Without a word, Alarae’s eyes locked on Talli’s right breast. The brush came out and Talli sucked in a breath, expecting Alarae to paint her pierced nipple. Instead, the elf-girl quickly drew a simple rune on either side of the soft, pink, metal-pierced tip. 

“Is that supposed to mean something?” Talli asked as Alarae moved to the other side of Talli’s exposed chest. A second set of runes, again positioned on the left and right of Talli’s nub, were drawn. 

“They are translation points,” Alarae said simply. She moved downward, drawing another set of runes on Talli’s tummy. 

“Translation points?” Talli asked.

Alarae nodded. “They will distract you. Do not let them.”

Talli gulped. “Actually, I’m rather easily distracted,” she admitted. “Anything sex related pretty much makes my brain turn off and… ooohhh!” Talli gasped when the brush tickled her loins, on either side of the apex of her sex. “That tickles!” Talli exclaimed as Alarae moved the brush even further downward. More runes were drawn on her thighs, her calves, and then Alarae ordered her to stand on tiptoe. Talli rose up, the edge of the seat pressed to the backs of her thighs as Alarae quickly drew more symbols on the balls and heels of her feet. 

“Should I sit back down?” Talli asked as Alarae moved behind her.

“Not yet,” Alarae instructed. The brush danced across Talli’s buttocks, the backs of her thighs, and then the insides of her elbows. Finally, Alarae moved away, putting up the brush and jar. When she moved in front of Talli, she was outside the circle of inscriptions on the floor.

“You will sit now. Remember, you must accept.”

Talli’s eyebrow went up and she lowered herself down onto the stool. The ridge in the center actually pressed up into her crotch. “This seat is not comfortable,” she said ruefully, shifting back and forth. She kept her toes pointed, barely touching the floor, until she found the sweet spot and she settled down. The smooth sides of the seat cupped her buttocks and she found that after a moment, the ridge didn’t seem quite so bad. In fact, it sort of opened her up somewhat. Talli wriggled slightly and then looked up at Alarae. “What’s supposed to happen n…” she began to say, only to let out a little cry of surprise, her weight once more immediately transferred to her toes.

“What was that?” She exclaimed, trying to twist around and look beneath her at the seat, but with her ankles secured to the stool’s post, she was unable to get a look. 

Alarae gave her an amused look. “Sit and accept. If you do not, there will be consequences.” 

Talli blinked and then pursed her lips. Slowly she sat back down, once more feeling the ridge slip into the crack of her bottom and even part the petals of her sex. “What sort of consequences?” She asked as she settled again. She felt the movement beneath her and this time remained seated. Something rippled just beneath her sex, rising up slightly. It pressed an inch into her pussy, just enough for her to let out a soft groan. Her hips rocked involuntarily, a purely physical response and she let out a passionate groan. 

“Oh yes,” Talli said breathlessly, eyes closing as the strange lump dipped into her hot wetness. “Right there…” It felt… good. But then the nodule growing in the seat shifted. It moved, not deeper, or forward into her sex, but backward, over her perineum and Talli tightened instinctively as the bump rose toward the tiny star of her ass. It pressed upward and Talli tolerated it for a moment, before once more pressing down with her feet, lifting up from the seat.

“Wrong hole! Wrong hole!” She exclaimed, standing up. But then, even as her weight was transferred to her feet, a whole new sensation began rippling through her. It started along her soles, a slight sliver that almost tickled as the arches of each foot tightened and released. Matching sensations exploded on the backs of her legs, on each calf, then on the backs of her thighs. Talli quivered as the strange, crawling, tingling, tightening moved to her inner thighs, just below her sex, then transferred upward to her loins. 

“Oh gods!” Talli squealed as the sensation seemed to cause her clitoris to contract, pull, and then swell, which she had to admit was not a bad feeling at all! But then her abdomen contracted, then each nipple, tightening into stiff peaks. Finally the insides of her elbows erupted into the same tingling. Talli’s chest sucked in a breath and she looked up at Alarae with shock. Which is when the sensation started again, once more shooting across the arches of her feet.

Talli closed her eyes as the strange feeling swirled up over her body several times. Eacj one made her gasp and quiver and she let it repeat, relishing the way it caused her clitoris and nipples to tingle and tighten. She couldn’t describe the sensation. It was as if energy was flowing across her skin, causing the underlying muscles to contract and release. It tickled too, but right on the edge, as if someone were drawing the tip of a knife across her skin, so softly that the edge couldn’t quite cut her. But then, she realized that the feeling changed. It had intensified.

“Ohhh,” Talli blurted out, glancing down with a touch of surprise. She lifted her right foot with interest, twisting her toes. Now the tingling had become a tightening. Not painful, but definitely more rigorous. It moved upward, across the back of her calves, then her thighs, and onto her bottom. She let out a passionate groan as it touched her clitoris, the sensation overwhelmingly pleasurable, feeling as if someone had gently snagged the tender little nub and twisted it a few degrees back and forth. That felt even more incredible and when the same light pinching sensation got to the tips of her breasts, Talli felt herself ripening, mouth open, with fresh need coursing through her. 

“Acceptance!” She breathed, eyes lighting on Alarae, who looked somewhat disgruntled. 

The elf girl shook her head. “You need to sit on the stool. Before it starts to hurt.”

Talli took a deep breath as another round of those deliciously naughty pinches shot up along her body. She almost didn’t notice that they became just a little stronger. “What?” She said, blinking. “Oh. Sit. Right.” 

She put her weight back on the seat and she felt the ridge settle between the cheeks of her bottom, digging into her pussy and ass. Again, the arches of each foot rippled, the magical energy coursing across the surface of her skin. Except this time the strength of the power didn’t increase, as if sitting had stopped it from intensifying. Talli closed her eyes, wishing her hands were free so that she could touch herself, but the light pinching continued up her body, right to her nipples and between that, and what was happening to the seat, she moaned passionately. The nodule along the ridge began pushing, first moving into her sex, but then sliding backward toward Talli’s bottom. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and relaxed.

“Acceptance,” she whispered.

The probe entered her backdoor. It wasn’t hard, nor was it soft, but it was definitely firm and it seemed to get bigger as more and more of it slid into Talli’s ass. She let out a groan, trying not to squeeze. It began pulsing, swelling even and Talli looked at Alarae and gulped.

“I see what you mean,” she panted. “About acceptance.” Even as she spoke, the anal probe began moving inside her. Not a rapid vibration, but surging in size, then shrinking. It was as if she were being fucked. She felt her legs tremble. “That would… that would feel great… in the other… hole,” she whimpered.

Alarae nodded sympathetically. “Accept.”

Talli looked up at the elf girl. “You keep saying that. But I don’t know what you mean!” The pressure in her bottom increased and once more Talli jumped up off the stool, looking down. “Jeeze! Even Florentino is more gentle than that thing!” But even as she said it, the strange crawling, tingling sensation on the bottoms of her feet, her calves, across the top of her slit, belly, breasts, and arms intensified. Now it felt like prickles, as if tiny sharp pins were being pressed into her flesh. She winced, then quivered, slightly confused. The cycle repeated, getting slightly worse and she went up on tiptoe, dancing slightly. 

The sensation was definitely uncomfortable on her feet, calves, belly and arms, but created a very different sort of response across her clitoris and nipples. The prickling actually felt… good. A third cycle began and only then did Talli realize what was happening. Talli’s eyes widened as she began to understand that each run was increasing in power. Already, the bottoms of her feet were beginning to actually hurt. And it was getting worse.

Acceptance.

Talli sat down. 

Once more the probe in the seat moved beneath her, swirling first through the opening to her pussy, but then sliding backward. She clenched her teeth as another series of tingling, caustic tightening ran up her body, but she realized as the probe once more found her ass, that at least the power hadn’t increased. She stiffened as something began pressing into her bottom and once more she tightened involuntarily. Acute discomfort shot through her ass and Talli sucked in a breath, closing her eyes.

“It’s sort of like Florentino,” she whispered. “Fucking my bottom. Accept it, Talli. Relax.” And slowly she loosened herself. 

Talli was not unaccustomed to anal sex, though admittedly it wasn’t something she preferred. Still, the number of different enchanted plugs she’d had inserted into her rump over the years, along with the occasional backdoor tryst with Florentino, had at least made the act into something non-painful. Still, it took a certain mindset and she had to focus on staying relaxed, which wasn’t easy as the pinching tightness continued to ripple its way up from her feet to her breasts. 

The probe thickened and rose, pulsing and Talli accepted it. Slowly it expanded, rippling in her ass, until it was easily the same size as the rock giant’s cock. It began pumping, making Talli groan. Alarae looked down at her, one eyebrow arched.

“See?” Talli panted. “Accepting. All the way up my ass.”

“You are accustomed to this kind of sex?”

Talli shifted left and right, wincing slightly. “Sort of. Yes. I’ve had to wear different plugs. There’s this rock giant who likes to buttfuck me on occasion.”

Alarae grimaced with distaste. “As a slave, it is not our prerogative to choose whom our masters wish us to copulate with. But I can’t imagine a worse ignominy.” She shook her head. “It is good that you are familiar with such width and length though.”

“Why?” Talli grunted, still rocking her hips. But even as she said it, the probe in her bottom seemed to get even bigger. “Aaahh!” Talli wailed, half rising from the seat.

“No! Do not…” Alarae warned, but it was too late. The second Talli’s feet pressed downward, the arches of her feet seemed to burn. Talli squealed, yanking her feet upward, putting all her weight on the stool and the thick phallus penetrating her ass. But then her calves burned with the same heat, followed by the backs of her thighs, the soft, inner part of her legs below her sex, then her clit. The sensitive nub at the apex of her sex seemed to burn, as if someone had grabbed the tiny nub and twisted it tightly. Her buttocks rippled with the contraction of her muscles as a caustic, stinging pain shot across her bottom. Then her belly quivered, followed by the tips of her breasts. 

Talli pulled hard on the cuffs holding her arms behind her back, clenching her teeth. The phallus in her ass pulsed hard, thrusting up even deeper, just as another cycle of stinging pain and tightness began at the arches of her feet, moving upward. 

“You must accept,” Alarae insisted. 

“It’s… it’s… so big!” Talli groaned, realizing that the anal phallus in her bottom was now larger than Florentino’s cock. And thicker. Worse, it wasn’t just moving up and down, but twisting inside her as well, corkscrewing around as if she were a butterchurn.

“It doesn’t matter. You must accept. If you do not, the pain will only grow!”

“Will… will… it tear me?” Talli whimpered fearfully, her legs trembling. 

Alarae frowned. “No, but you must accept.”

Talli gulped and nodded, her face showing the strain. Alarae could see ripples in the girl’s abdomen from where the massive anal probe was pressing up into her. Talli bit her lip, closing her eyes, her entire body trembling, but at least she kept her feet up off the ground. She took several labored breaths, but then let out a soft, almost passionate groan. The half-elven girl standing over Talli blinked in surprise as Talli’s hips seemed to roll, almost in time with the phallic thrusts.

“Yesss…” Talli hissed. “Give it to me Florentino. Right there…” she whimpered. Her entire body began shifting and rolling, working and rocking with the thrusting rod buried in her butt. Alarae’s mouth dropped, but the Talli did something unthinkable. She thrust her feet downward, putting her toes on the floor, and lifted herself up.

“No! Do not!” Alarae blurted out, only to watch with alarm as Talli let herself drop fast and hard, before the anal phallus had retracted from her bottom. She let out a little squeal as she moved in time with the seat, only to do it again. Alarae shook her head. “No! No Talli! Not like that! The energy transfers will interpret that as touches! The pain will increase!” 

Talli’s eyes snapped open and she gasped. “I… I… know!” She squealed, a mix of ecstasy and agony on her face. She did it again, touching her toes to the floor. “It… feels… on… my… clit!” She clenched her teeth together and let out a wail, except… she bounced once more, touching her feet to the floor, just long enough to increase the pain before crashing back down on the impaling rod. 

Alarae stood there, a mix of horror and fascination on her face. She shook her head. No one had ever attempted to do what Talli was doing! The human girl bounced and quivered and then, with a violent scream, threw her head back as the orgasmic fluids exploded from her pussy. She landed hard, solidly impaled, accepting every inch of the huge phallus, only to slump forward, pitching wildly as Alarae caught her. 

Talli let out a soft whimper as the thing in her ass retracted, leaving her feeling open and empty. She breathed hard, her head against Alarae’s breasts and she let out a slightly hysterical laugh.  

“You have passed the Trial of Acceptance,” Alarae whispered. “I wish you had not.”

Talli looked up from Alarae’s exposed nipple, her thoughts going from wanting to suck on the sweet little pink bump to staring up at the beautiful woman’s face. “Why?” She asked, still a little tired from the latest orgasm. 

“Because the next station is the Trial of Agony.”

The Trial of Agony

Talli closed her eyes. “I’ve suffered through all of your trials so far. What’s one more?” She asked softly. She pushed up from Alarae and stood there. She felt a wave of exhaustion hit her and for a moment, she swayed. But then something inside her surged, an energy she wasn’t quite prepared to accept, at least consciously. Her back straightened as her stance shifted from supplication to endurance. Alarae noticed, totally confused as to where the human girl was getting her strength from. Then she shook her head. 

“You haven’t,” she replied simply. 

“Haven’t what?” Talli asked, her voice becoming even steadier.

“Suffered,” Alarae answered calmly. She took Talli’s hand and pulled her along the hall until they entered a barely lit niche. Low red light seemed to emanate from above, illuminating a wooden post embedded in a raised stone dais. Talli’s eyes flickered to the iron rings embedded at different heights along the sides, but it was the series of holes drilled in the post from knee height to above her navel, that made her wonder. 

“Mount the dais and raise your hands above your head,” Alarae ordered. Talli stepped up and lifted her arms. The taller elf girl climbed up behind the post and Talli felt a tug, pulling her upward so that she was forced to stand on tiptoe. There was a click as each of the leather manacles on her wrists were secured to the rings. Talli relaxed, but found herself still uncomfortably stretched, the arches of her feet exposed. 

“I am sorry,” Alarae suddenly said softly. “It is only for a moment, though the alternative is not much better.” A clicking noise above her caused Talli to look up and suddenly she was lifted, pulled higher as her toes left the stone floor beneath her.

“Ohh!” Talli grunted, all of her weight hanging on her wrists. Talli kicked a bit, grimacing, as Alarae stepped down off the dais. The elf girl moved to a wooden chest, almost hidden in the corner, and opened it. Talli watched as Alarae drew out a triangular prism, one end carved into a peg-like insert. 

“Oh,” Talli whimpered as Alarae brought the prism over and slid it between Talli’s dangling legs, into one of the holes just beneath Talli’s sex.

“You may not understand the coming torment…” began Alarae, only for Talli to shudder.

“Oh I understand it alright,” Talli blurted out. “I’ve ridden these before. But is it a horse? Or a pony?”

Alarae blinked. “I do not understand the question,” she said in confusion.

Talli looked straight at the elf girl, her face serious. “If it’s a wooden horse, my toes won’t touch the ground. All my weight will be on it. If it's a pony, my toes will help keep my weight off it and I’ll bounce.”

Alarae considered this, then nodded. She moved around to the back of the post and Talli felt the tension holding her up lighten. She was lowered down, wondering what she would feel first; the sharp, angular edge biting up into her sex, or the floor. She gasped, then sighed in relief as her toes found the stone beneath her. But then she dropped down lower, relieving the tension in her arches and calves, only to feel the wooden prism against her sex. It wasn’t sharp, but the edge was prominent and pressed directly into the soft crevasse between her legs. She lifted herself back up, biting her lip. But then she felt the wetness trickling onto the ridge, soaking the solid wood, making it slick. 

Talli felt her heart beginning to race, her breathing becoming more rapid. “I hate this part,” she whispered. Alarae stepped directly in front of her, both hands empty, a curious expression on her face. 

“I do not understand,” she admitted. “You appear aroused. You are even thrusting and sliding your sex along the ridge.”

Talli gulped. “It’s not that. It’s deciding if I accept it, or struggle against it.”

Suddenly, Lord Balok appeared, emerging from the darkness into the light.

“It matters not, child,” he said with a firm voice. “Either way you will suffer the Trial of Agony.” He gently pushed Alarae aside and moved in front of Talli.

Her eyes flickered across his. “I’ve endured this sort of pussy torment before,” she panted, her legs already starting to tremble.

Lord Balok smiled. “But the Trial of Agony does begin between your legs. It starts with your bosom.” He raised his arms and without another word, began slapping Talli’s breasts with both hands.

Talli flinched, unprepared for the brutal assault and she found herself wincing as Lord Balok spanked each large globe, swatting her breasts back and forth repeatedly. Talli clenched her teeth, a keening wail coming from between her lips as the dark elf struck her over and over. Each impact would have caused her to swing back and forth, were it not for the wooden prism between her legs. 

Talli closed her eyes and clenched her jaw, wincing as the elf continued the beating. Pain shot up through her breasts and the stinging of the harsh slaps began to overwhelm her. She arched her back, thrusting forward, not even realizing that she was rubbing her split sex up and down the spine of the wooden prism between her legs. She cried out, wailing piteously. Soon, both of her breasts felt heavy and hot, the skin flushed as Lord Balok swatted them from side to side, then changed his blows to come from underneath, lifting each with force, making her bosom bounce. 

To Talli’s surprise, her calves gave out with no warning and as she settled onto the hard edge of the prism, she mewled as the pressure against her sex cut through the agony of her bosom. She slipped slightly, hips rotating and felt her clitoris pinched hard. Talli gasped, shuddering, her chest heaving as she panted. It was only then that Lord Balok brought his hands down, moving away. He turned and looked at her expectantly as she trembled, their eyes meeting.  

Talli sucked in a harsh breath and pushed with her toes, lifting herself up and sparing her slit. Immediately she felt the burning in her calves, and along her arches, but Alarae handing her tormentor a quirt took all of Talli’s attention. Lord Balok lifted the weapon, flicking it sharply, so that the long, thin, leather strand attached to the end of the stick slashed across Talli’s front, scoring a line straight across both breasts. Talli hissed, jerking as the hot sting seemed to lance through both of her nipples. The dark elf didn’t wait for Talli to recover, and instead struck again, this time with a back hand swing that scored another mark on Talli’s bosom, but lower, along the curved undersides of each breast. 

Behind Lord Balok, Alarae seemed to wince as each swing cut into Talli’s soft curves. Vicious red welts began to appear, crisscrossing the white globes, or bisecting the huge pink and pierced nipples. Talli grimaced, then began squealing as the pain crested. She endured only a handful of these strokes before the burning in her calves and the arches of her feet necessitated another drop, overwhelming the hot, searing agony flashing across her chest. She lowered herself down, the sharp edge of the prism jammed deep into her slit, realizing only belatedly what was happening. Lord Balok stepped back again, handing the quirt to Alarae, who put it back on the nearby rack, only to have her hand him a leather flogger, the long strands knotted. He waited before striking her, watching as her body quivered, supported almost fully on the prism.

“Oh gods!” Talli whimpered in sudden understanding. He was only going to hit her breasts if she wasn’t resting on the wooden prism. She licked her lips and focused on Alarae, who stood there watching. Their eyes met and Talli mewled pitifully.

“Your suffering is exquisite,” Lord Balok said softly. “And you show great fortitude. Soon you will be ready for the Trial of Waves.”

Talli twitched, her hips swinging back and forth. “I want to fuck you,” she whispered. Lord Balok’s eyebrow went upward. 

“It is not in your power to demand anything,” Lord Balok said sharply. Even though Talli’s weight still rested on the narrow ridge between her thighs, he snapped the flogger hard against her chest. Talli yelped and closed her eyes. Her body undulated back and forth and Alarae blinked as she realized Talli was sliding back and forth on the wooden prism. 

“Yessss,” Talli mewled. “More.”

Lord Balok hesitated and Talli opened her eyes. Now there was no doubt about what her lower half was doing. Her hips rolled vigorously, grinding her pussy on the ridge. Her toes weren’t even touching the floor. “I want to suck your cock and then right before you cum, stop.”  

Lord Balok frowned.

Alarae blinked in confusion. “Why would you stop?” 

“Why?” Talli groaned, her nubile body thrusting even more vigorously. “So… so… you would… whip… my… tits… again…” She gasped.

Lord Balok snarled something inaudible and he swung again, leaving a flurry of vicious strokes across Talli’s breasts. The human girl screamed, shaking violently, lifting both feet upward, crossing her ankles behind the post as she jerked. It didn’t stop Lord Balok, his arm flashing back and forth, the flogger snapping fast and hard across Talli’s chest. 

“Lord Balok!” Alarae exclaimed. “She’s about to cum!”

“Aaaghhh!” Talli squealed as the dark elf hit harder, beating the knotted leather strands against the flushed flesh of Talli’s bosom. Talli thrust her chest forward, her hips still rocking, the wooden ridge digging hard into her pussy. Talli closed her eyes and thrust, shuddering violently. “YES!” She screamed, and Lord Balok froze. 

Talli’s toes curled and she rode the wooden prism frantically, almost grinding herself down upon the edge. “NO!” Talli shouted. “Don’t stop! Please! HIT ME!” 

Lord Balok blinked in astonishment, but then brought the flogger back up. He whirled it in a circle, the leather thongs snapping at the tips of Talli’s breasts, barely catching the nipples. Each impact tore at her, stinging fire erupting along the delicate and beautiful curves. Talli arched her back, thrusting her bosom forward as the already flushed skin darkened even more. Talli wailed. “HARDER! Hurt me! FUCK ME!” 

To Alarae’s surprise, Lord Balok threw down the flogger and raised both hands. Power glowed at the tips of his fingers and he held them out toward Talli. Her eyes widened and she cried out, both breasts suddenly pulled upward, glittering with matching colors as the magic coming from the dark elf. Pain rippled through her as she was lifted off the wooden prism, her feet kicking, and both of her nipples stretched and darkened as she screamed. Lord Balok dropped one hand, grabbed the wooden bar mounted on the pole and yanked it out, tossing it away. He fumbled with his robes, his left hand still extended, holding Talli up in the air, only her hands still bound to the pole. She quivered violently and then he stepped up onto the dais, grabbing her as she came back down, only to slide deeply onto his member.

Talli gasped as the cock filled her and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. The elf, so much stronger than her, moved his hands to her breasts, fingers glowing, half bouncing her, half ramming himself in. Talli’s eyes widened as shards of agony shot through her nipples and she couldn’t tell if Balok was twisting or pinching her nipples, or something worse. She had to clench her teeth, just to keep from biting her tongue and she tightened around him, her messed up and enchanted brain converting the pain into something else entirely as he fucked her. 

It took only seconds, but the orgasm rippled through her like lightning and she clenched down hard, though it didn’t slow him even a second. If Lord Balok felt the flush of girl goo coating his cock or dripping down his balls, he paid it no mind, pounding hard into the quivering human girl lost in euphoric bliss. But then he too grunted, ejaculating into her body, filling her with his cream.

Talli slipped off of Balok’s softening cock with a groan and fell back against the pole with a thump. The dark elf stepped back, almost falling off the dais and Alarae raised a hand to her mouth, the look of shock still on her face. Lord Balok took a deep breath, concealing his member. 

“She will be a worthy acquisition,” he said firmly. 

“My lord?” 

He turned toward Alarae. “This human girl is unique, and something special. I will purchase her when she goes to auction.”

Alarae’s cheeks flushed red. “Yes, my lord.” She glanced at Talli, who hung from the wrists, limp as a rag doll, almost catatonic. Her breasts were dark red, crisscrossed with welts and marks, with several spots already turning dark blue. Petechiae showed on her nipples where the capillaries beneath had ruptured from the brutal treatment. “She is barely conscious, my Lord. Should we end the judgement, or should she be taken to the Trial of Waves?”

Balok frowned and stepped back up to Talli. He used one finger to lift her eyelid and Talli groaned, focusing on him. “I cannot imagine her being able to withstand even one wave, but as she is still conscious, it must be done.” 

Alarae gulped. “I will prepare her,” she said softly.

Slowly, Lord Balok ran his hand down Talli’s body. She shuddered as his fingers pressed against her sore spots and he leaned in. “I will have you,” he said quietly, his mouth near her ear. “And the torments I shall inflict upon you for the rest of your life will make today seem like a short and easy walk. I will tear orgasms from your body and you will cum for me and hurt for me and suffer for me. It is your purpose. Your destiny. Your life.”

His hand ran down to the cleft between Talli’s legs and he slipped a finger into her sex. She gasped and Lord Balok smiled as she tightened around him. He glanced back at the elf girl. “Yes. Take her to the Trial of Waves. We will see if she can have a ninth orgasm after walking both paths.” He pulled his hand away from Talli, who whimpered softly, then turned and walked into the darkness of the Judgement Hall.

“Or more,” Alarae said darkly. She hurried over to the pole and lowered Talli, then freed her wrists. Talli dropped to her knees then fell over onto her side, quivering. Her arms wrapped around her chest, cradling her tortured breasts.

“Alarae?” Talli whispered. 

“I am here,” the elf-girl said quietly. “You are amazing, but I do not think you will be able to stand the Trial of Waves through even one orgasm.” She blinked, blushing. “Your Múl Gwen however, will be… impressive. Even without the Trial of Waves link.” 

“Can I… can I get something to drink, please?” Talli begged. The elf-girl nodded, left Talli, then came back, slipping her strong arm under the girl’s head. A bottle was pressed to Talli’s lips. The girl sipped, then grimaced, her eyes opening to look at Alarae with accusation.

“A healing potion?” 

Alarae nodded. “Yes. It is customary, even for elven girls, to be given one after the Trial of Agony. Drink all of it.”

“It tastes awful,” Talli complained. 

“Medicine always does,” Alarae said, somewhat sadly. “It is the way things are. You are lucky.”

Talli drank more of the potion, feeling the pain in her breasts subside substantially. “I am?”

Alarae nodded. “Lord Balok does not keep any human slaves. Only elven girls. You will be the first human to join us.”

“Us?” 

“I belong to Lord Balok. We will be used and tormented together.”

Talli licked her lips. “That… doesn’t sound bad.”

Alarae shook her head. “Of all the lords, with the possible exception of the Duchess Helenae herself, Lord Balok is the most cruel and vicious. He revels in our suffering. The only blessing is that your life is but a flicker of light and then you will be free of this.” She glanced down. “Unlike me.”

Talli swallowed the last of the healing potion. “You assume that I want to be free.”

Alarae shook her head. “You are a very strange human.”

Talli took a deep breath and shook her head. “No. Just perverted.” She reached up and gingerly felt her breasts. “That was a good potion. They’re just a little tender now.”

Alarae nodded.  

“Yes. Come with me. It is time to start the Trial of Waves. And finally, you will be sated.” 

The Trial of Waves

A seeping exhaustion flowed through Talli’s body that even the rejuvenating effects of the healing potion could not counter and for a moment, her brain seemed to disconnect from her body. She wondered just how much more she could take. She’d been fucked in every hole, stretched open, bound tight, tormented, spanked, whipped, beaten and even tortured with magic. But beyond all of that, she’d cum. Cum multiple times, each one solid and forceful and powerful. How many super powerful orgasms could she reasonably handle? Eight? Ten? Twenty? What were her limits? 

The judgement hall was also unusually quiet and Talli realized that the other slave girls had already finished their own testing and been taken out. She paused, glancing back toward the Trial of Obedience. The triskelion symbol glistened in the dim light, empty and beckoning. 

“Talli, you must come,” Alarae insisted.

Talli nodded and as she followed, slipped a hand down between her legs. Talli was used to being aroused, the petals of her sex soaked and slippery. As Bob’s vessel, tasked with being kept on edge, ready to orgasm at need and funnel power to him, she was accustomed to fire running through her veins, a caustic, desperate need that permeated her entire being. Even now, despite the torments and orgasms, she could feel that need. Could what the elves do to her finally sate those desires? 

Then suddenly, her mind flickered to Bob. 

Bob smiling over at her, eyes bright as she laughed. Bob groaning as she straddled him, thrusting and riding him, his hands upon her breasts. Bob sitting next to her, showing her how to read. Bob holding a piece of candy to her lips, watching with pleasure as a taste she’d never imagined exploded upon her tongue. Bob holding her close after a nightmare woke her. Talli blinked and shook her head. How could she even think that living with the Dark Elves could be better? 

But even as that thought went through her head, her finger grazed her clitoris. A fresh surge of desperation shot through Talli and she felt herself tighten, her sex seemingly grasping at anything that might satisfy its desire for fulfillment. Talli almost did it, resisting the urge to plunge a digit into her depths and instead focused on Alarae’s ass. It swung back and forth in front of her, framed by the leather strands of her harness, begging to be squeezed, kissed, and licked.

“I want to fuck you,” Talli blurted out. 

Alarae stopped and turned, looking over her shoulder. “You have already fucked me,” she said. 

Talli turned crimson. “I mean… again.”

Alarae sniffed. “You are insatiable.” She grabbed hold of Talli’s arm and suddenly they were standing in another circle, on the other end of the hall. Another triskelion symbol was etched into the floor, though it was much smaller than the one at the entrance. Along one edge were four small silver circles. 

“Lay on your back, with your bottom on the center symbol. Place your hands on the two inner plates,” Alarae ordered, pushing Talli into position. The human girl nodded and lay down. The stone floor was cool, but not cold and she felt the smooth pattern of the triskellion pressing against her bottom. She stretched her hands outward, until her fingers encountered the smooth surface of the two silver plates. The moment she touched them a prickling sensation shot across her hands and she jerked her arms, only to find that she couldn’t move them. She lifted her head, only to realize that the triskelion was starting to glow. Something pushed on her bottom, and for a second Talli gasped in alarm, fully expecting for something to penetrate her back door, but instead her pelvis tilted, lifting her lower half upward until she lifted her feet awkwardly. 

“Yes,” Alarae said, taking hold of one ankle. “Now spread your legs. You will feel the magic ensnare you. Holding you open. Do not resist it.”

Talli gulped and nodded and as Alarae guided her foot, suddenly felt the same tingling sensation. It coursed across her toes, along the arch, and into her heel and then her other foot was caught in the same entrapment.

“I know that the stretch is uncomfortable,”  Alarae began, only to hear Talli laugh.

“Alarae, I can do the splits,” Talli assured the elf girl. “I love being spread like this.”

Alarae looked down at the human girl. “Then that is fortunate, as you will spend much of your time with the dark elves like this.”

“Don’t tempt me,” she warned with a groan. She laid her head back on the floor and closed her eyes. “This would be perfect if there was a…”

Alarae slipped a hand under Talli’s head and slipped a soft leather pad beneath her.

“Pillow,” Talli finished, sounding a little chagrined.

Alarae shook her head. “Your comfort matters little. It is to prevent damage. Orgasm in the Trial of Waves can be intense. But I doubt you will last more than one or two waves. Soon you will be unconscious, the Múl Gwen etched on your back.”

“They’re that strong?” Talli asked. “The waves?”

Alarae nodded. She held up two crystal stones, both of them attached to a set of metal clamps. She lifted them to Talli’s breasts and let the metal maws close on her tender nubs. Talli let out a hiss and then groaned. A third clamp, slightly larger than the first two, was set on Talli’s clit. It pinched a bit and Talli bit her lip, glancing up at the half-elf, half human girl standing above her.

“Thank you,” Talli said honestly. “Just in case I don’t get a chance to talk to you again.”

Alarae shook her head. “Do not thank me. You are about to finish both the Path of Eagerness and the Path of Strength. I know of no other person to do both, human or elf, though I fear many elf girls will now be subjected to both Paths because of you. But even then, to have an orgasm on every trial is unheard of. You have cum nine times. And now you face the Trial of Waves.”

Talli smiled softly. “I’m ready.”

“Not for this,” Alarae explained. She held up a strange looking phallus. It was warped and twisted, carved runes etched into the side. She pressed the tapered end up against Talli’s upturned pussy and slowly pushed. Talli whimpered a bit, the thick hardness of the cock pressing on her folds. Still, she accepted it eagerly, opening up as her depths welcomed the penetration, only to wrap around it, tightening.

“So, what does it…” Talli began to say, only to gasp in alarm. She felt a vibration deep inside her, spiraling upward and outward. In seconds, absolute utter pleasure surged through her pussy, almost instantly taking her to the cusp of orgasm. Her tiny feet tried to kick, but the magic holding her legs outstretched resisted.

“AAAGGHHH!” Talli cried out, her hips thrusting madly. “FUCK! OH GODS!” 

Inside her, it felt as if the monstrous cock was both spinning and wriggling, while at the same time pumping violently in and out. It pressed against her G Spot, sending waves of euphoric bliss pumping through her and she clenched her teeth as the almost instant orgasm crested. She clenched her teeth against the surge but found herself screaming a second later, fluids squirting out of her sex as if she were a fountain. 

Talli’s entire body shuddered from the rush, but then she felt something different. Instead of that surge of energy burning away like normal, it only seemed to ebb. Her pussy tightened and she realized that she was already over halfway to her next orgasm. Waves of need and pleasure crashed against her and she bucked, her hips jerking wildly as she was driven straight back toward another climax.  Talli screeched, the intensity of the intercourse violent and incessant. Her body quivered, tightening and loosening, but even as her toes curled and she shuddered as the second orgasm of the Trial of Waves hit her. 

Suddenly Lord Balok was there, standing above her. Alarae looked over at her lord, and gave him a soft bow. “Two so far, my lord.” 

They looked down at Talli, the human girl quivering violently. A long, pitiful wailing keening noise was coming from her lips as her hips rolled and moved, the enchanted phallus vibrating, swirling, and wriggling inside her sex. Talli’s eyes were closed and she gasped, little flickers of magical light exploding inside the crystals attached to her clit and nipples. 

“And still conscious,” Lord Balok said with intrigue. 

Then his head snapped up and he looked down the hall. Alarae looked over her shoulder, following his gaze, only to see the entrance door of the hall open. She could barely see, but two of the Piercers were dragging in a petite, lithe, athletic elven girl with ragged, blonde hair. Piercings glittered along her ears, her nostril, both nipples, and even her clitoris. 

“We have another to judge,” Lord Balok said calmly. “Stay here with Talli until she is finished with the Trial of Waves. Then get me so that I may apply the Múl Gwen. 

Alarae nodded. Lord Balok turned and walked toward the Path of Obedience and the other Triskelion. 

Talli screamed, even as a third orgasm seemed to bloom in the heat between her legs. Back and forth she wrenched herself against the magical bindings that held her open, her pussy convulsing and quivering around the incessant sexual stimulation. Her throat locked up for a moment as light flared from the crystal clamps. Talli’s back arched and pain shot down through her breasts and up from her clit, only to combine with the non-stop pleasure of the phallic thing fucking her. Her leg muscles tightened into granite and her hips thrust upward again. But this time there was no relaxation. Her orgasm ended with her standing once more upon the metaphorical cliff, ready to leap again. 

And so she did. 

“I’m cumming!” Talli screamed, her voice strained. “Oh FUCK! BOB! I’m CUMMING!”

The phallus inside her wasn’t just spinning, and corkscrewing, and vibrating, and thrusting. It seemed to move inside her in ways she couldn’t anticipate, or handle. The crystals attached to her clit and nipples pulsed, flashing like strobes, each flare of light accompanying a shard of agony that seemed to shoot through her flesh and into her sex. She tightened around the wriggling phallus as more fluids began squirting from her slit and she screamed again, this time closing her eyes. More sparks of blissful agony shot up through her clit and the agony and ecstasy once more pushed her to the edge. Alarae gulped as Talli’s body shook violently. 

“Talli, relax,” Alarae urged. “You do not have to endure this! Give in! Give up! Five is too many!” 

Talli’s eyes opened wide and she lifted her head. “NO! I’m… I’m…” and then her throat locked up. Between her outstretched legs, her pulsing pussy and the flashing light of the crystal on her clit, she could see down to the other Triskelion. There, stretched out, desperately trying to keep her feet in the silver circles, was Calien. 

Talli blinked. Did Bob see her? Talli held her head up, grunting with the effort, struggling against the next orgasm even as it began rippling through her body. She exploded again, wailing through clenched teeth as Alarae grimaced in worry. 

“Talli! No one has had seven waves!” Alarae blurted out. “Give up!” 

Talli let out a cry of triumph and lowered her head back down to the pad. Her toes curled and every muscle tightened, starting with her pussy. Her back arched and lights flickered in her vision as the darkness closed in. She wasn’t even able to scream as the explosion rippled through her, a violent shaking as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, teeth rattling as girl goo squirted in jets from her stuffed slit. 

“E-e-eight-t-t-t,” Talli wheezed. Then, as the next wave built behind the one that had just swamped her, Talli’s eyes locked on Alarae for only a moment.  “I’m… I’m…” 

“Amazing,” Alarae whispered as Talli went silent, her eyes closed and her jaw dropped. Then, from the other end of the hall, there was a desperate, agonized, scream.