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Episode
II Return of the Dragon
High Brother Almornos, made the sign of the
sacred triangle as the ghastly female stepped toward
him. I have come as
agreed, he said. What
do you want? He was not
normally so abrupt, but he did not feel that the foul creature standing in
the shadow of the temple deserved any special
consideration. He would not have
come to the meeting at all had not the Supreme Brother ordered him
to.
The dark-haired woman did not seem to notice
his display of bad manners.
Instead she smiled, displaying
needle-sharp teeth in a bright red mouth.
She was dressed most provocatively in a tight-fitting leather outfit,
but Brother Almornos found her repulsive rather than
attractive. You know full
well what I want, brother, she
hissed. You were sent to
aid me, not to play the fool.
Brother Almornos suppressed a
shudder. The Supreme Brother
must be mad to think that such a creature could be trusted, but as she had
said, he knew why he was here.
Alright, then, he agreed,
sourly. What part am I
to play in this ghastly charade?
What you have agreed to, of
course. The ghoulish woman
looked at him condescendingly. I
assume you can do what your Supreme Brother
promised. You dont look
like much of a magician.
Im not a magician, Brother
Almornos replied, curtly.
What I do is performed in the name of the
Goddess.
Of course, sneered the
woman. How could I
forget?
Brother Almornos suppressed a
retort. He almost regretted the
gift the goddess had given him, but he would not bandy words with this vile
female. He had been ordered by
the Supreme Brother to cooperate with her and that is what he would
do. Lets get
started, he said. The
sooner this is over the better.
The dark-haired woman gave him her needle-toothed
smile again. I knew I could
count on the Holy Brothers, she
grinned. This is what I
want you to do
The Black Dragon strode toward the
temple. The tithe was due today,
or at least the first installment of the tithe that Noric had ordered paid
by every temple in the city. Behind
her trailed twenty guardsmen, but they were not there to enforce the edict,
she was. Some of the holy orders
had shown reluctance to comply with Norics request and he had found
that his soon-to-be-queen was most persuasive when it came to gaining the
cooperation of any citizen or
institution. The guardsmen were
merely there to carry away the tribute.
She moved up the marble steps toward the giant
columns that marked the entrance to Narums largest
temple. Waiting for her was one
of the white robed brothers. The
man inclined his head toward her.
Please follow me, he said
quietly. The tithe awaits
inside.
The Black Dragon allowed a half smile to play
about her lips. It paid to be
ruthless. The first temple she
had visited had not been ready.
Blasting apart the main altar had gotten almost instant cooperation
and had sent a message to the other orders that delays would not be
tolerated.
It was dark inside the temple, as might be
expected in a building that had no windows, however, candles provided sufficient
illumination for the Black Dragon to find her way without
difficulty. Her guide led her
to a side room off the main area of
worship. Piled neatly in the
centre of the room were several boxes.
She walked toward them and had taken three steps into the room when
the heavy doors slammed shut behind her.
What is
this? She whirled and found
that the men accompanying her had been cut
off. The sounds of shouts and
the hammering on the door told her that they were trying to reach
her. Fools, she
muttered. Did they never
learn? She raised her hand
intending to send a bolt of fire into the doors and blast them from their
hinges when a movement to either side caught her eye.
You? she said
incredulously. The master
will be most displeased.
The master will never know, Doria replied
smugly as she stepped from the shadows.
He will simply think you disappeared.
I thought you had learned your
lesson, the Black Dragon growled.
But apparently fools never
learn. You know that you cannot
defeat me.
Not alone
perhaps. Doria gestured
and the four other female companions Noric had created stepped
forward.
All of
you? The Black Dragon
laughed. This will be most
amusing. She raised her
hand to strike.
She was enveloped in a nimbus of green
fire. But it was not Doria who
had cast it. The spell swirled
from the hands of the white-robed brother who had escorted her to the treasure
room. Reeling in surprise, the
Black Dragon gasped as the fire surged about
her. She could feel the power
being drained from her body and her skin burned as if it was being peeled
off with a razor.
Controlling herself, she turned, fighting
back the urge to scream, and faced the
brother. She called forth her
power. She would burn the flesh
from the mans bones. She
never even saw the sheet of fire that blazed from the hands of Doria and
the other four. The surge of
energy struck her like a blow, knocking her off her
feet. She struggled to rise and
defend herself, but a wave of incredible weakness swept over
her.
Now, screamed Doria, triumphantly,
I shall have your power. I
was the first disciple and so I shall be once again, but this time I will
have your strength to add to my own.
No, the Black Dragon
moaned. She collapsed to the
stone floor, unable to lift so much as a finger as her energy was drained
from her.
Doria stood victorious over her
rival. The Black Dragon was
dead. In her place was a mortal
woman robbed of her supernatural powers.
Strip her, she ordered the other four
women. She is no longer
worthy of that costume.
Brother Almornos shuddered at the figure huddled
on the marble floor. If anything
her presence had been even more disturbing than of the first of Norics
creatures. But now she was
defeated. That left just the
woman who had defeated her.
I have completed my part of the bargain, he
said. Now what about
yours?
The woman lightly kicked the moaning figure
on the floor with the tip of her toes.
You may have her,
priest. I have what I
want.
Then
go. And take your guardsmen and
these other vile creatures with you.
Doria moved toward the
door. She spoke over her
shoulder. We are even now
priest. You helped me eliminate
my rival and I leave the tribute and the Black Dragon to
you. I hope your plans for her
are painful.
Brother Almornos did not reply, but watched
as the five women left. A few
words from Doria and the guards followed their new mistress from the
temple. As soon as they were
out of sight he hurried to the still moaning body of the woman at his
feet. He had to work quickly
before she recovered. From his
robes he drew a shining silver collar.
Drawing back the catch he opened it and held it to her swan-like
neck. He hesitated just a
heartbeat. The inside of the
collar was studded with cruel spikes each a thumb width
long. It had to be
done. Placing it against her
fair flesh he closed it. The
woman gave a low cry as the dozen spikes pierced her
throat. Blood spurted from the
wounds and then stopped as the collar seemed to merge with her flesh neck,
surrounding her neck in a gleaming metal
band.
Almornos breathed a sigh of relief and stood
up. He motioned with his right
hand and several more white-robed figures moved from shadowed
alcoves. When dealing with witches
it was best to have numbers on ones
side. Bind her, he
ordered. Take her to the
Chief Inquisitor.
The woman offered no resistance as the brothers
tied her hands and feet. He tried
not to look at her body as she was bound.
Nude women were unknown in the sacred precincts of the temple and
the very presence of this one was certainly some sort of
sacrilege. But he understood
why it was so necessary to capture her.
It had been determined by the Supreme Brother that the wizard Noric
was aligned with demonic forces.
The woman he had helped to defeat was his chief agent and a fearful
creature. Now that she was a
prisoner she would be questioned and her secrets
learned. She would resist, of
course. That was the way of such
evil entities, but he was sure that she would eventually be
broken. He had never heard of
anyone resisting the Chief Inquisitor for very long.
The Black Dragon did not resist as her arms
were pulled behind her back and her wrists were
bound. The pain she had experienced
as her powers were torn from her had been excruciating, and it had left her
completely drained of all strength.
All she had left was her hate and that was so intense that had she
been able to transform it into energy she would have incinerated everyone
in the room. Unable to respond,
all she could do was glower balefully at the white-robed figures as they
raised her to her feet. She was
defeated, but not yet beaten. A
low growl escaped her lips as the brothers dragged her from the
room.
Vincius Slahn licked his lips as the nude
body of the Black Dragon was carried into the
room. There was no denying that
she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever
seen. She had both terrified
and excited him when he had first seen
her. However, he had not stayed
long to admire her. Fearing what
Noric might do to him he had fled the
castle. It had not been hard
to find new employment. He had
made it his business when arriving in Narum to find out who might need the
services of a master torturer.
Interestingly enough, but perhaps not too surprisingly it had been
the
Greetings, brother, he said inclining
his head respectfully toward Brother Almornos as the orders magician
entered the room. She gave
you no trouble?
She was powerful, Almornos
replied. But we surprised
her and stripped her of her powers.
She is no longer dangerous? Slahn
asked.
Almornos
smiled. Not for
now. Her powers may
return. But it will be
gradual. Norics loathsome
hireling thinks she has all of the Black Dragons powers, but neither
I nor the Supreme Brother are fools.
It would have been just as dangerous to give them to her as it was
for the Black Dragon to have them.
The one who calls herself Doria thinks that she has replaced the Black
Dragon, but she will find her triumph will fade over
time. That is why it is important
that we learn all we can while we still have
time. Noric will not be fooled
for long. For now he will believe
that his former Dark Queen is dead, but eventually he will figure out that
she is still alive and when he does he will come looking for
her. She must be broken before
that.
Slahn smiled his acknowledgement of
Almornos speech. Then
I should begin.
Almornos watched while as Slahn prepared his
victim. He had never seen a torturer
at work before, but his interest went beyond mere
curiosity. Slahn had been the
first chink in Norics armour.
He had been welcomed by the followers of the Divine Goddess not because
of his skill as a torturer, but because he knew more about Noric than anyone
else. It was he who had suggested
capturing one of the wizards female followers and submitting her to
torture. If the secrets of
Norics powers could be discovered then it might be possible to defeat
him. All that had to be done
was to force the sepulchral female he had captured to reveal her
secrets.
His eyes were drawn to the magnificent physique
of the Black Dragon, drinking in her every
curve. In spite of her rather
deathly features she was the most beautiful thing he had ever
seen. Every part of her nude
body seemed to call out to him.
Taking a deep breath Brother Almornos suppressed his impure thoughts
and turned his head away. He
blushed when he caught Slahn looking toward him.
Fascinating is she not? the torturer
said. Beauty and death
combined in one. I have never
seen her like and I have prepared many a subject for the
rack. He moved toward the
helpless woman and began to untie her.
The Black Dragon resisted slightly as her
wrists were freed, pushing feebly against Slahns arms as he dragged
her over to a large heavily built table.
She was stronger than Almornos had
supposed. The spell he had put
on her should have incapacitated her for at least a day, yet she seemed to
be recovering after less than an hour.
Slahn would have to work fast.
Expertly, Slahn placed padded leather cuffs
over the womans wrists and secured her arms to the top of the
table. Then he moved to her feet
and repeated the procedure, leaving her spread-eagled on the table top, her
black-nippled breasts rising and falling
rapidly.
Almornos noted that what he had thought was
a table was in reality something much
more. The table was actually
two large moveable sections that slid on heavy support beams that ran the
length of the table. By moving
a lever, Slahn could split the table, moving the top section away from the
bottom and stretching the body of anyone that was secured to
it. It was in effect, a rack,
one of the most brutal instruments of torture yet
devised.
The helpless woman suddenly raised her head
and hissed, her black tongue flicking from her mouth like that of a
serpent. The sounded echoed off
the dungeon walls, sending a chill down Almornos
spine. Her obsidian eyes seemed
to briefly flash fire.
Release me, she rasped, her arms and legs straining so
powerfully at the bonds that held her that her body arched and the heavy
table groaned.
It will take awhile to break this
one, Slahn said. She
is strong and filled with hate. She
will not be easy to break.
She is imbued with dark magic,
Almornos replied. You must
drive it from her even at the cost of great
pain. She must be turned to our
side. Only through her can we
hope to defeat Noric.
Fear not,
brother. She will be
broken. In a few days she will
do anything you want. He
smiled lasciviously.
Anything.
Almornos ignored the crude
suggestion. The ways of the flesh
were barred to him. He forced
himself to look at the woman, keeping his face
impassive. He would not let her
ghoulish beauty entice him.
Slahn went back to his
task. The woman turned her
hate-filled eyes on him. As he
bent over her she spat, her spittle catching him just below the
eye.
Slahn hardly
reacted. Carefully he reached
into his pocket and took out a
handkerchief. Soon, my
lovely, he said, you will learn
respect. He reached out
and stroked her left breast as he spoke.
The woman let out a screech of
anger. You will die for
that, she raged.
We will see, Slahm replied
calmly. He moved to the other
side of the table and took hold of a
lever. There was a clicking sound
as gears clicked and the table split beneath the woman and began to move
slowly apart.
At first she made no sound even through she
was already tightly stretched on the table top, but as her body was slowly
stretched her breathing became harsher as she fought against the
pain. She no longer spoke, apparently
saving herself for the ordeal, but her strange obsidian eyes glowed with
a hate-filled intensity.
Slahn worked the lever slowly, savouring every second
of the womans torment. It
would have been so easy to simply have ripped her apart, but there was an
art to using the rack properly and he was a
master. Pain now flickered across
his victims face and in those baleful eyes there was a hint of fear
mixed with the rage and hate. She
was very strong, but he now had her body drawn as tightly as a
drum. Just a few more increments
and her ligaments would be ripped from the
bone. He normally didnt
mind doing that, but he had other plans in mind for his
victim. He would keep her on
the edge of maximum pain without damaging her exquisite
body.
The womans mouth was open now, her needle
sharp teeth clearly revealed. Every
now and then her black serpents tongue flicked out of her mouth, but
it was the tension of her body Slahn watched most
carefully. Slowly he pulled
back on the lever. The woman
let out a low moan of pain. It
was a bizarre sound, almost like that of a cat in
heat. He almost had
her,. Her body was gleaming with
perspiration and her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she fought against
the pain. Another slight
tug
Almornos almost clapped his hands over his
ears as the woman shrieked in agony.
It had taken Slahn a half hour of careful manipulation of his torture
device, but now he had the desired
result. With brutal efficiency
the torturer played his victim like a musical instrument, easing off when
necessary to avoid damaging her body and then applying the pressure once
again. He kept it up for a full
five hours.
But you didnt ask her any
questions, Almornos commented as the Black Dragon was dragged from
the room.
That was never my intent, Slahn
replied. I want to break
her. She will tell us what we
want to know sooner or later, and she will do it most
cooperatively. For now I simply
want to show her who is in control.
Besides, it would be a shame to waste the opportunity to enjoy so
fine an animal. Did you
not find the experience stimulating?
Brother Almornos did not
reply. He had indeed found the
experience stimulating, but he was not about to admit that to Slahn
or anyone else.
The Black Dragon stretched her arm to the
small bowl of drinking water the guards had placed in her
cell. There was no point in checking
the food dish, she knew that was empty.
But there might be a few small droplets of water she could lick from
the bottom of the bowl. Slahn
was slowly wearing her down. This
was the fourth day since she had been captured and only her iron will and
an intense hatred of almost everything was keeping her
going. Slahns use of the
rack was masterful and the pain she experienced each time had her screaming
for mercy, but the torturer had yet to ask her a single
question. She knew what he was
doing, but that did not make it any better or any less
painful. In addition, she was
being starved. The amount of
food and water she was given each day would not have been enough to sustain
her under normal conditions, much less under torture.
She tossed the bowl on the
floor. It was empty as she already
knew. She licked her swollen
lips. Sooner or later this treatment
would have her begging to tell Slahn anything he wanted to
know.
A sound at the door caused her to raise her
head. Fear swept over
her.
Already? She had suffered
through another brutal torture session earlier in the
day. Was this another way to
break her?
Leave me, Brother Almornos ordered
the two guards. She cannot
harm me. He opened the
door. It took his eyes a few
seconds to make out the form of the naked woman chained to the far
wall. A low hiss told him that
he had been recognized.
So monk, you too have come to torment
me? The womans voice
was almost matter-of-fact, but there was just the slightest hint of
contempt.
I have brought you food and drink,
Almornos answered. He set down
the bowl of savoury stew he had brought from the temples
kitchens. It was still warm and
its spicy smell wafted through the cell.
I am so pleased that you care for my
welfare, the woman sneered.
You did not by any chance bring a
blanket?
Almornos
blushed. As a matter of
fact I did, he answered. He
set down the basket he had been carrying.
There are a few items you might find
useful.
The woman took the bowl of
stew. She ate it slowly exhibiting
admirable self-control. She kept
her eyes fixed on Almornos as she ate, studying
him. Amornos did not meet her
gaze. Instead he rummaged in
the basket and brought out the blanket.
I brought two, he
said. One to put over you and
the other
For me to lie on, the woman finished
for him. She took the first blanket
and placed it beneath her hips and leaned back
languorously.
Almornos blushed even more
deeply. He handed her the second
blanket which she draped about her shoulders, leaving her breasts
exposed. Almornos found that
he was sweating, although the cell was certainly far from
warm. How could she still be
so strong? She should be groveling
on the floor of the cell by now, completely
broken. Instead she seemed as
fresh as if she had just returned from a morning
stroll. It was apparent that
the collar was holding her magic in check, but just
barely.
You say you brought something to
drink, the woman asked, setting down the now empty
bowl.
Almornos reached into the basket and brought
out a bottle. Wine,
the woman murmured. Did
you think to get me drunk?
There was just the hint of a smile playing about her full, dark
lips.
I
No
, Almornos
stammered.
The woman extracted the cork with a well-mastered
flick of one of her talons.
I do not have a cup, she
said. You drink
first.
I assure you it is not poisoned,
Almornos replied, mistaking her
intentions.
I would not care if it was, the
Black Dragon replied. She leaned
forward, letting the blanket drop.
You brought the wine.
I am merely being sociable.
Drink.
Almornos did as he was asked and handed the
bottle back. Together they emptied
the bottle. The Black Dragon
wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.
Now that we have drunk together, monk, perhaps we can
proceed with the real reason you came to see me.
Real reason? Almornos
asked. I just came
to
You came to seduce
me. I do not find that idea at
all unappealing. She took
the second blanket and spread it on the bed and then lay
back. Come monk, I think
you will find me worth the price of a meal and a bottle of
wine.
Almornos backed toward the
door. The woman was chained to
the wall by her wrists. He knew
she could not reach him.
Come, she said again.
It will be a most worthwhile experience I assure
you. She lay back on the
bed, her body arched most alluringly, her dark eyes fixed on
him.
Her gaze was almost
hypnotic. Almornos could not
turn his eyes away from her. Just
a step away was the door. All
he had to do was turn and leave.
Instead he moved toward the bed and the waiting
woman.
He didnt remember removing his robe,
but he did remember his first sexual
experience. The woman drew him
down on top of her, guiding his swollen shaft with expert
hands. She grunted slightly as
he entered her and then moaned with delight as he plunged deep within
her. Slowly, monk, she
murmured. Use your powers
to make it last.
Almornos felt like he was going to explode,
but somehow he didnt. He
slid in and out of the Black Dragons tight valley of pleasure, responding
to her every demand. At last,
unable to contain himself he released inside
her.
Well done monk, the woman
gasped. Im sure you
will do even better next time.
She held him close, not allowing him to
escape. Almornos was not adverse
to the captivity. His state of
mind was somewhere between confused and
ecstatic. And a short time later
he proved the Black Dragon correct.
He was even better next time.
Slahn frowned as the Black Dragon entered
the room. She was chained in
order to prevent escape, but was quite different from the previous
day. At the end of yesterdays
session she had been close to breaking.
Today he had planned to finish the job, but she seemed unbowed, almost
as if she had not been through the nightmarish ordeal of the last four
days. She actually appeared fit
and confident, a condition he had never witnessed in any of his other torture
victims. He had recognized from
the start that she was not like the others he had tortured, but he had not
expected her to be that strong.
Apparently four days of brutal torture and a lack of food and water
had not weakened her as much as he had thought it
might. He experienced a surge
of sadistic joy. He had been
looking forward to a victim who could resist his simple tortures; now he
would be able to use all of his little toys.
Place her in the centre of the room,
he ordered. The two guards dragged
the struggling female to the position he had
indicated. Even with her arms
chained at the elbows and her ankles shackled, she put up a good
fight. It was obvious that the
silver collar about her throat had not robbed her of all of her
powers. She showed not a hint
of the ordeal to which he had subjected her.
More of your tricks, runt? the
woman sneered, her ebony eyes seeming to glow with
hate. Slahn suppressed a shudder,
thankful that she was in his power and not the other way
around. At the same time anger
welled up within him. How could
a mere woman intimidate him in his own torture
chamber? She would pay for
that.
Directly beneath where the Black Dragon stood
was a large ring imbedded in the stone
floor. Quickly he fastened the
chain between her ankles to it so that she could not move and then he moved
to his tool bench. He picked
up the items he had selected with loving
care. A snarl played about his
lips. The vile witch demon spawn
had insulted him in front of his guards.
But these would change her tune.
Holding the cruelly designed instruments in front of him he returned
to where the helpless woman stood.
There was no expression of fear, but he sensed a quick intake of breath
as she saw what he carried.
There were two light chains dangling from
the ceiling. Expertly he fastened
the instruments to them and moved toward
her. It was only then that his
victim spoke. It wont
work, you know. I am too
strong. Even if you tear me apart
I will not give in to you.
We will see, wont
we? He placed the first
of his instruments into position.
The Black Dragon winced as the witchs
spider was applied to her left breast.
It was brutally painful, but she did not scream, although she knew
she would eventually. The fiendish
instrument consisted of two large three fingered claws, hinged like a pair
of kitchen tongs so that when the device was lifted its needle points would
slice into her breast. Slahn
secured it to one of the chains hanging from the ceiling and then nodding
to one of the guards had him turn a wheel and take up the slack in the
chain.
It was only by a supreme effort of will that
she did not scream as her breast was lifted and the needle points of the
claws sank into her soft flesh. She
went up on her toes in an effort to alleviate the pain, but the guard continued
to turn the wheel until she tongs had fully imbedded themselves in her
breast. She whimpered; just a
little at first, as she clenched her jaw against the hideous pain, then almost
continuously until a sob escaped her
lips.
Not so smug, now, are we Black
Dragon? Slahn jeered.
Lets see how much you like the other
one.
The Black Dragon screamed appropriately as
Slahn placed the second witchs spider on her other
breast. The claws bit deep as
both chains were now tightened forcing her onto the very tips of her toes
to keep her breasts from being shredded.
Her shrieks of pain echoed throughout the room until Slahn clamped
an iron bar into her mouth and bound it behind her
head. She still screamed, but
now her cries were muffled.
Slahn watched the womans suffering with
a grin of satisfaction. He would
leave her there for awhile. It
would be interesting to see how long she could remain on her toes before
she gave in and the claws fully penetrated her
breasts. There was just one more
thing, however, to make the womans ordeal really
painful.
Slahn went to his tool bench once more and
picked up a small metallic object.
He dipped it into a small jar of olive oil he kept for the occasion
and then moved toward the screaming
woman. Going down on his knees
he felt between her legs. She
stiffened, but could not avoid what he was going to
do. Locating the lips of her
vulva he parted them with his fingers while the woman screamed even louder,
as if she knew what he was going to do, and then he pushed the metallic device
between them.
The womans scream changed in pitch as
he inserted the pear-shaped device.
In spite of the fact that he knew she was not a virgin she was tighter
than he had thought. It took
a good deal of strength to push the vaginal pear into
place. Then he began to turn
the screw, expanding the metallic leaves of the pear and forcing apart her
vagina. He didnt open it
all the way; just enough to cause her the most excruciating
pain. Then he stood back and
admired his handiwork.
The Black Dragon screamed until her throat
was so raw that she could only croak.
She didnt stop screaming, it was just that no sound came
out. Attempting to ignore the
terrible agony between her legs, and her body trembling with the effort,
she fought to keep her breasts from being ripped
apart. It was a battle that she
knew she could not win. All Slahn
had to do was sit back and wait.
Eventually she would tire and when that happened she would be horribly
mutilated, perhaps beyond the capacity of her magically imbued body to
heal.
Time passed in a haze of
pain. Blood and sweat splattered
the floor about her, and her legs trembled with the effort of standing on
her toes. She was almost
finished. She couldnt hold
on more than a few more heartbeats.
Then a familiar voice barked an
order. Slahn, cut her
down!
On whose order,
monk? This is my
domain. I shall torture the prisoner
as I see fit.
On my order, Brother Almornos
replied. You were to break
her and turn her to our cause. She
will be of little use if she is so horribly mutilated that she is reduced
to the state of a cripple.
You are interfering in things you do
not understand, Slahn replied.
I am the master torturer.
Do you want her broken or not?
Perhaps, Almornos said, testily,
I should give you a demonstration of the magic I used to capture the
Black Dragon. You might find
it interesting to experience just how painful it
is.
Slahn growled in
frustration. Alright, cut
her down, he said to the guards.
But I am not yet finished with her.
The Black Dragon wept in relief as her heels
were allowed to touch the floor.
She could barely stand, but dared not fall until the witchs
spiders were removed from her breasts.
The hideous instruments of torture hung from her breasts, their spring
loaded handles keeping the needle-sharp tongs imbedded in her
flesh.
Bring her over here. Slahn ordered
the guards. Two men took her
by the elbows, wrenching her arms up behind her and sending lightning bolts
of agony shooting through her shoulders.
Worse though was the excruciating torment of the witchs spiders
as they swung pendulum-like from her breasts as she was dragged across the
floor, not to mention the agony of the pear that filled her
vagina. Her muffled cries attested
to the fact that she was suffering almost as much as when Slahn had lifted
her onto her toes.
She was brought over to a horizontal bar located
about waist height from the floor.
Slahn had her bent face down across it and with practiced ease attached
two short chains to the metal tongs that impaled her breasts, forcing her
to remain bent over the bar. He
finished securing her by linking the chain between her ankles to a ring in
the floor. She lay across the
bar, her muffled moans the only sound in the room.
Almornos watched, his face impassive as the
Black Dragon was positioned by Slahn.
He suspected what the torturer was going to do next, but it was not
his place to comment. The woman
must be broken. It was essential
she be forced to cooperate against Noric.
It was however difficult the watch the woman he had made love to
if love was the right word being so brutally
treated.
Slahn moved behind the groaning
woman. A parting gift before
I leave you today, he sneered.
He undid his belt and dropped his
pants. The woman moaned in pain
and fear as he took her. With
her vagina already stuffed with the pear, her anus was the only opening,
and although Slahn was not overly endowed she screamed again, finding her
voice as he ripped into her tight
sphincter.
The rape must have been incredibly painful
as the woman screamed and sobbed throughout the terrible
ordeal. Almornos forced himself
to watch, wondering how long the woman could stand such
pain. It was certain that she
would break. No one could endure
such agonizing humiliation for long.
Slahn sodomized the women for what seemed
an incredible length of time. Near
the end of the ordeal the woman seemed to faint, going limp over the
bar. Only then did Slahn pull
out of her. Without any regard
to the damage he did, he wrenched the witchs spiders from the Black
Dragons breasts, and then removed the vaginal
pear. Take her away,
Slahn ordered.
Almornos said nothing as the limp body of
Slahns victim was dragged from the
room. Her arms were still chained
behind her and her bloody breasts quivered as she hung face down in the hands
of the guards.
Tomorrow, Slahn said.
Tomorrow she will break.
When she begs me to stop that will be the sign that she is
mine.
Almornos said
nothing. He was already thinking
of something else.
The Black Dragon looked up from the hard bench
that was her bed. Almornos stood
in the doorway, the light of the torches behind him silhouetting his
body. Come to fuck me again
priest? she rasped, her voice hoarse from the screams that had been
forced out of her. Im
a bit sore right now.
Almornos was a little taken aback by the crude
language, but he showed no emotion.
It was almost what he expected from so evil a
creature. I came to see
if I could help you, he said, stepping further into the
cell.
In spite of the fact that she could hardly
move Almornos noted that the guards had chained her as
before. She could move her arms
a little, but could not move farther than half a body length from the
bed. He wondered why they had
bothered. Her breasts were torn
and bruised, the horrible puncture wounds still oozing blood; and the region
between her thighs was coated with dried
blood.
What are you going to do, monk
kiss me better?
Almornos moved slowly across the room and
stood beside her. The smell of
sweat, blood, and Slahns semen assailed his
nostrils. I can help,
he said quietly.
The woman did not resist as he began to clean
her wounds. It was strange that
she did not. For some reason
the savage beauty had decided to allow him to touch her as she had on the
previous occasion when they had made
love.
The woman winced as he moved the sponge he
had brought between her legs, but made no move or comment other that a slight
increase in her breathing. He
moved the sponge deftly over her finely toned body, cleaning away the filth
and sweat of her ordeal. He had
been trained as a healer and his magic was attuned to that
skill. It was the reason he had
been able to defeat her. His
healing magic was completely incompatible with the evil that coursed through
her.
The woman offered no resistance to anything
he did, hardly moving when he swept the sponge over the bloody mess that
was her breasts. Not so
fine now, are they priest? the Black Dragon whispered, her injured
vocal cords emphasizing the damage that had been done to the rest of her
body.
Almornos dropped the sponge into the
bucket. You are still
beautiful, he replied. Slowly
he raised his hand and touched her cheek.
She did not respond, but nor did she shy away from his
touch. He moved his hand along
the line of her jaw and then to her
throat. She tilted her head back,
allowing him to caress her silken skin.
He released his power into her, healing her damaged
larynx. She gasped, arching her
neck still more. She did not
speak, but a low moan escaped her lips.
Almornos dropped his eyes to her ruined
breasts. He had to fight the
urge to look away. What Slahn
had done to her was truly horrible, but he knew how to heal
them. It was what he had been
trained for.
Beautiful arent they monk?
the Black Dragon sneered, her lip twisting in
derision. Wouldnt
you love to suck them?
Without a word Almornos lowered his head and
took one of the bloody nipples in his
mouth. The Black Dragon gave
a mingled moan of pain and pleasure as his healing power flowed into
her. She arched her back and
spread her legs even wider.
Almornos moved his tongue over the tender
bud. He felt it harden even as
the ghastly wounds on the rounded flesh
closed. Slowly he moved his mouth
over her breasts, kissing and sucking as the ragged flesh knitted and
healed. It was a painful process
for the victim, but when he was finished there would be no evidence of what
had been done to her.
He moved lower, his lips gracing her
belly. The woman gasped, lifting
her pelvis and making her nether region more
accessible. Her hands clutched
at his head, guiding him to the desired
spot. She gasped, both in pain
and pleasure as his tongue slid between the lips of her vulva, and cried
out when he flicked it around the rim of her
anus. Her hands gripped his head
tighter, pulling him into her.
Lick me, priest, she moaned arching her back almost
impossibly.
Almornos tongue explored every crevice
and fold of the Black Dragons nether
region. He winced as her claws
pierced his robe and dug into his back, but he kept at it until, with a cry
of pleasure she pushed him away from her and then positioned her body beneath
his.
Come on, monk,
she moaned. Now take
me.
Almornos thrust into
her. Somehow his robe had disappeared
again. His body merged with hers
and she bucked beneath him like a colt, her cries of carnal gratification
driving him on. He lost track
of time, caught up in the sexual dance he enjoyed with his
partner. The fact that he was
making love to a demonic creature that should have damned him to the infernal
regions was ignored as he devoted all of his consciousness to pleasuring
the powerful female who writhed beneath him, her sweat-bathed body locked
with his. He was so absorbed
that he was not even aware of the opening of the cell door or the movement
of several men into the tiny room.
He jerked upright at the sound of the Supreme
Brothers voice.
Brother Almornos, you have condemned
yourself!
Amornos pushed himself free of the clinging
female. Her growl of dismay filled
the cell, but Almornos heard nothing.
He stared into he angry features of his
superior. He could think of nothing
to say. The situation said it
for him. He had been caught in
a complete betrayal of his sacred vows and with a woman who was the incarnation
of evil.
From behind him came a harsh
laugh. Caught are you,
priest? You should have known
better than to help me. Now you
will suffer as I have suffered.
From behind the Supreme Brother a small man
emerged. His face twisted in
a vicious grin. Caught
indeed. No wonder I could not
break her. Brother Almornos healed
her even as I broke her down. He
has committed the greatest of crimes against the
temple.
Indeed he has Brother Slahn, the
Supreme Brother replied. He
has betrayed the temple and his holy order.
The Black Dragon cackled
again. Leave him with me,
your eminence, and I will see that he is properly
punished.
Vile creature, the Supreme Brother
commented. Let us be away
from here. Guards, seize Brother
Almornos and place him in chains. I
will give Brother Slahn his chance to prove
himself.
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