The Tower of the Demons [closed]

[Purifier]

Millenniums ago this land had been ruled by hordes of demons, ruthless and sadistic creatures from the very pits of hell. But in the end their boundless evil had been their own undoing. In their infernal fury they had turned upon each other, their hordes weakened in endless wars for territory and slaves.

One day those slaves – humans, elves, dwarves and other races – had risen to defeat the demons, drive them back into the abyss where thy came from. Only in the most remote, most desolate regions, their presence still could be felt.

The valley of the horns was one of such places. Here a wrong step could easily bring a certain doom. It was an arid canyon, almost inaccessible to all but the most sturdy and daring adventurers. Or the most desperate ones…

In the center of this dungeon one solitary dark tower of unmistakably phallic shape stood. It was one of the ancient strongholds of the demons. According to legends it was dedicated to Sidonai the arch-demon of lust. Those tales also said that it was built by one of his most twisted and lecherous lieutenants, Malinkor, the demi-fiend, son of Sidonai and a human sorceress.

Even the most fearless storytellers only spoke of whispers of this wicked place, for it was said to be an abode of the greatest obscenities, a place where honor and decency had no home at all. There was no taboo in the dark tower of Malinkor, so sin too great to be indulged in in all of its aspects.

Yet even though these sins were said to be even worse than what even the most depraved mortal could take, there still was a reason to seek entrance to this place, at least for the most desperate of all souls. It was said there were great treasures in this place, artifacts of the most miraculous magical power. In the hands of a human sorceress – just like Malinkor’s mother was - they could be used for the most astonishing deeds – deeds of good or of evil nature. For it had been said that Malinkor’s mother had not been completely evil, just overwhelmed by the primal and boundless sexuality of the arch fiend Sidonai.

To gain access to these artifacts though it was said that a sorceress who had gained entry into the tower would have to face the most wicked and perverted kinds of trials and ordeals, challenges only the wholly evil mind of a demon of lust could devise.

The path to the tower was lined by the most obscene of statues, demonic creatures engaged in the most shameless of acts with mortals. Drastic acts of copulation – sometimes with dozens of demons of different shapes and sizes using and abusing a human woman in all possible and impossible ways – as well as scenes of flagellation, humiliation or torment.

Some of these fiendish statues had their eyes closed, totally lost in the acts of excess they were indulging in. Others though seemed to leer at the one solitary person that had braved her way into this forbidden valley, the dark eyes of these perverse stone idols seemingly gazing into her very soul.

Even the birds that circled this valley from high above seemed to crow obscenities at her as she moved towards the wicked tower. There was one tall but narrow gate at the very base of the tower. A gate that was closed, but adorned by an obsidian handle shaped like a manhood of truly demonic proportions.

 

[Tanuki]

From an early age, Torina's parents had trained for a single purpose, to conquer the legendary Tower of Malinkor, the Demi-fiend. She'd learned mountaineering, to cross the treacherous Valley of Horns. She'd studied the sword and dagger, and the bow and arrow, how to live off the land, and kill for food. But most critical of all, she'd learned to be pure of heart and mind, how to resist the temptations of the flesh, and the allure of the sensual. When the young Torina asked her parents why she had to train, they explained the prophecy that foretold of a young sorceress who bore the mark of Sidonai, would enter and conquer the tower, and be rewarded with riches beyond her imagination. Torina bore this mark on her right thigh just below her hip, but to her it looked like a smudge, or perhaps a turtle. In fact, she never believed the stories or the prophecy, but she dared not disobey, or disappoint her parents.

On her 20th birthday, her parents enrolled her in the Horvathian school of sorcery. This was the crux of her parents plan, to train her as a sorceress. Though they agreed to take her on, the sorcerers at the Horvathian school dismissed her mission out of hand. Some of them had even visited the tower, and had found it impenetrable. When she had reminded them the legends said only a female sorceress could enter, they simply joked about how no female had the skill to open a magic door. But as a sorceress, she showed great promise, and was their top new student.

As often happens, fate served up a cruel twist. Six months was all it took for an oversexed instructor to succumb to his baser instincts and have his way with her. One night of fun . . . minutes really, and just for him, and she'd been forced to leave her virginity and her sorcery career behind, fleeing for her life. The punishment for seducing an instructor was death. The irony was she'd done everything she could to avoid such attention, binding her ample breasts behind thick, doudy robes, shorning her lovely raven locks down to a boyish cut, never flirting or drawing attention from the male sorcerers. None of it had mattered, she thought. Men could sniff out a nubile female from the next province.

Her parents had borrowed heavily to finance her schooling, unfortunately, and even they blamed her for her failure - her own parents believed that lying bastard over her! But she was a good daughter nonetheless, and she vowed to get them out of debt, by any means possible. The Tower was the obvious answer, to make her parents proud, and, if they were even half right about the riches within, she could pay off their debts and more.

Torina had been out in the world for over a year now, her hair grown out to a thick mane that she kept at bay in a ponytail, her doudy robes replaced with the form fitting green cloth and tan leathers of an adventurer. She had to confess that she loved the attention her short skirts and tight leather tunics garnered from the male (and female) passersby - a small harmless indulgence while she kept up her training in purity of mind.

She'd spent her last coin at the inn the night before, to get a good rest and a bath before tackling the daunting task of crossing the Valley of Horns. There was a definite aura of fear at the Inn of the Valley of the Horns, so near the Tower of Malinkor. Torina hoped the stories were true, otherwise her parents would be terribly disappointed. But if the stories were true . . . she shuddered even thinking about it. Either way, she had to find out.

It took a full day and all her mountaineering skills to navigate the Valley, and when she reached the path that led to Malinkor's Tower, she considered camping for the night. Yet the thought of spending the night in full view of those disgusting statues was too much, and she pressed on up the path. The statues were such crude, sometimes frightening depictions that she had stopped looking at them after the first few. Occasionally she would sneak a glance, and instantly regret it. After what seemed an interminable walk with her eyes focused directly in front of her, Torina reached a massive gate, and she looked up in awe at the giant black tower that looked like a . . . well, the stories were true in that respect.

Torina walked up to the door and reached for the handle, and then recoiled when she saw the shape of the handle, so large she hadn't realized what it was. She wasn't going to grab that thing! But after standing there akwardly for several minutes, Torina finally shrugged, and pulled the handle. Nothing. She tried both hands, but it still wouldn't budge. Finally, she held on with both hands and raised her feet to press against the door, pulling with all her might. The handle bent downward finally, and the massive gate creaked open. With a deep breath, Torina walked inside.

 

[Purifier]

There was a strange pulsation of the black stone handle as the sorceress pulled on it, as if there was something flowing through its veins of stone. The obsidian warmed in her hand as she pulled it, and there was a faint reddish glow, as if there was lava coursing through this phallic shaped item.

Finally the door opened, with a creak which almost sounded like a deep, painful moan. There was a pale reddish light emanating from the space behind the gate, providing faint illumination. On the other side of the gate there was a short, narrow hallway, just broad enough for one person to pass through it. The walls of these hallway were covered in strange ornament – tongues, tentacles and clawed hands, all made of stone, seemingly reaching into the hallway, making the passage even more narrow.

On the end of the hallway there seemed to be a room that looked like the inside of a chapel, a crimson curtain on the floor leading towards what seemed to be an altar. From her position, Torina would only be able to see the feet and lower legs of the gargantuan statue that stood on that altar. Clawed feet and muscular powerful legs, as well as what seemed to be the end of a tail visible behind these legs.

To get a closer look at the statue and the rest of this room – this blasphemous chapel – Torina would have to make her way through the hallway as it seemed to be the only possible passage into the tower.

There was an inscription on the ground, just before the hallway started: “Welcome to the tower of Malinkor, Son of Sidonai. Let go of all morals, all inhibitions, all pride as you enter, and give yourself to the demon of lust. Your body, your heart, your soul he does claim.”

 

[Tanuki]

Torina let go of the handle as if it had turned into a serpent. Then she chided herself, it was a simple illusionist spell, no doubt, that made the handle appear as if it were filling with lava. As the door opened with a moan that sounded eerily human, she peered into the darkness. Moving her hands in front of her, she cast a lighting spell, and watched as the warm ball of light slowly traveled down a narrow hallway. Torina moved a hand to her mouth in surprise as the glowing sphere light lit up a myriad of what looked like stone claws, tongues, and . . . tendrils. Then her eyes widened as the ball lit up a Chapel of sorts, which contained a massive pair of powerful legs and enormous feet. And a tail. Her light struck one of the stone feet and dissipated, but she could still see due to a reddish glue emanating from somewhere above. As she moved forward, she saw the inscription in the ground. For a fleeting moment, she imagined if all the stories were true, then pushed that frightening thought from her mind. Whoever built this tower was long gone.

Adjusting her equipment, Torina approached the narrow hallway, which seemed the only way forward. She shrugged, grateful that she was slender and female, otherwise it would have been a short adventure. She removed her pack and her sword belt, she'd never make it through wearing those, and moved into the passage, turning sideways and holding her pack in one hand, and her sword, bow, quiver and belt in her other hand. Up close, she was relieved to see the hands and other obstacles were indeed made of stone, but she had to contort her body to get around them. More than once, her equipment would get hung up on a stone tentacle or tongue, and she'd have to carefully untangle it and move on.

Torina was about a third of the way through when she started to get the strange feeling like she was being watched. She looked about, but she was definitely alone. Suddenly she felt something touch her lower back, and she spun in alarm, but she must have just backed into one of the hands. Then she snapped her head to the left, sure she'd seen one of the snakey tentacles move. Torina let out a nervous laugh, perhaps it was more illusory magic, for no sorcery she'd ever seen could bring a stone hand to life!

 

[Purifier]

Slowly, as if shaking off a century’s old stiffness the black stone appendages that reached into the hallway became alive. Eyeless as the were the reached forward blindly, tentacles and tongues wiggling until they found something solid, warm, living.

A particularly long tentacle found her leg, sliding up along the inner side of it. It was the tentacles who reached her first, they felt cool, heavy and solid, but like stone at all, so much more flexible, so much more alive. They seemed to lightly throb with some unholy sort of energy.

Then a forked tongue reached her, licking at the fingers of the hand that held her pack. Demonic hands reached out, fondling blindly at whatever they could reach, grabbing for her, tearing at her clothes. They way back out seemed to be blocked now, by demonic hands joining together, reaching across the corridor to build a barrier.

The hands in front of her made lewd beckoning gestures to lure her closer, then started to reach for her, once they made contact with the young woman’s body the tongues, hands, tentacles began to explore, trying to maintain contact with her even when she moved.

The further she advanced the more rough the approaches became. The tearing at her clothes now firm enough to damage it, while trying to pull down the cloth and leather she was wearing. Other hands gripped for her arms, her hair, pulling roughly. Tongues licked over her body whenever it was close enough for them, especially her breasts, thighs and buttocks became their targets.

Suddenly one tentacle reached for her feet, trying to pull her down, to bring her to the ground with one firm tug.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina began to increase her pace when she heard strange creaking sounds, like ancient stones moving against each other. A moment later, she saw not one, but all of the stone appendages moving, coming to life before her very eyes. She was sure it was an illusion, until something long and cool slithered up her leg. Torina nearly jumped off the ground, for illusions could definitely not reach out and touch you. Everywhere she looked there were now lifelike tongues, hands and tentacles moving and searching . . . for her. When something warm and wet licked her hand, she screamed, immediately turning to head back, only to encounter a wall of joined hands, and other things, blocking the path backwards. She spun back again, and gasped as she saw a dozen hands gesturing for her to come toward them. Torina shook her head, she couldn't bear the thought of walking through that . . . and then she yelped when a warm tongue slid up the middle of her ass, and another reached out to grasp her hair. With a cry of anguish, Torina dove into the wall of beckoning hands and tentacles, twisting her torso and hips each time one of them touched her.

Torina struggled onward as every inch of her body was molested, and she'd had never felt so scared - she pushed forward, desperate to escape the narrow hallway. With one hand dragging her pack, and the other full of her weapons, Torina was defenseless to keep the possessed creatures from groping her body. Each way she tried to move, a dozen groping limbs were on her, touching, licking, squeezing. Torina whimpered in misery as two warm tongues clumsily plunged down the opening of her tunic to caress her breasts, while a clawed hand grabbed a handful of her ass. What the appendages lacked in skill or knowledge of a female's body, they more than made up for with sheer numbers, and as she moved closer to the end of the passage, they were growing more aggressive, pulling and tearing her clothing, and pinching and licking her most sensitive spots.

Tears were flowing now as she strained to reach the end, so close she could see it. "No!" Torina cried when several hands tore her bow from her hands, and she nearly dropped the belt that held her sword and dagger. More hands and tentacles grabbed her pack, and the side began to tear, some of the contents spilling out before she pulled it to her chest. Then she almost tripped as a tentacle wrapped around her foot, stronger than the others, pulling her down. Sobbing in near panic, Torina mustered all her strength to break free of the tentacle, and suddenly she burst through into a big hall, finally free of the terrible hallway. She dropped her pack and weapons and slumped down, her arms wrapped tightly around her chest, gasping for breath, her body feeling terribly violated and sore.

After a few minutes, Torina finally got to her feet and looked at herself. Her leather tunic was barely hanging on, her undergarment ripped and her breasts partially exposed. Her skirt was nowhere to be found, and the string holding her underwear had come undone and was around her ankle. She quickly retied it and pulled what was left of her tunic off. The covering for her breasts fell apart once free'd from the tunic. Torina felt strangely exposed with so little clothing, so she quickly dove into her pack. She groaned as she realized her spare outfit must have fallen out, and all she had was her sleepwear. With resignation, she pulled it over her head, and the sheer material clung snugly to her torso, outlining her breasts, and coming down to just above her navel. She had no spare skirt, for she normally just wore her string underwear to bed, and she shuddered to think of navigating this evil tower dressed so. Finally, she put on her sword belt, grateful to see her sword and dagger had survived the gauntlet, then shouldered her pack. Torina turned around, nearly jumping as she'd forgotten about the massive statue. She looked up, and her jaw dropped in awe.

 

[Purifier]

The room which Torina now had entered was illuminated by two huge, dark crimson colored stained glass windows, one of each side. The side walls were covered with statues of women all chained up or in stockades or other devices. Each of them seeming to be at the same time in pain as well as in some strange kind of rapture.

Near the left and right ends of the rear wall there were was a closed door each. Next to each of the doors there was another group of statues. The group of statues on the left hand side showed a young woman – looking quite similar to Tanuki – naked and bound to a pillar, while a group of male demons- seemed to poke her with a number of strange staffs, some with forked ends, others with cogs, shafts or bulbs on the end pointed towards her. Next to the door on the right hand side it was again a young woman that bore striking similarity to her. But this time she was wearing a harness and a bridle, pulling a cart on which a fat male demon sat, a mean looking horse whip in his hand.

Dominating the tall room though was the statue that faced the entrance. It must have a bit over twelve feet high, and showed a muscular male humanoid of certainly demonic origin. His body hulkingly muscular, he stood proud, his stern and manly face adorned by four long, wickedly curved horns. In his clawed hands he held a seven tailed whip and a two-pronged staff. On his back there were two large dragonlike wings, and there was his long tail. He stood there fully naked and possibly most impressive about him though was the enormous shaft between his legs. It was erect and pointing upward, so the massive veins on its underside were clearly visible.

As she looked up at the statue, suddenly a booming powerful voice formed in her mind, commanding her with just one word, “kneel!”. It thundered through her head, blocking out all other thought, so powerful the commanding voice was.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina's eyes traveled up the statue, taking in the long reptilian tale and powerful thighs, and then she nearly fell backward when her eyes lit upon the massive veined cock angling upward toward the ceiling. "Good gods!" she murmured, taking a step back. After a long pause, she finally was able to divert her eyes from the impressive demonic member, and she took in the dragon wings and muscular upper body. Definitely a demon, she thought, seeing the horns protruding from the statue's head. No human could be built like that after all.

The demon's reddish skin at first appeared to be emanating its color from within, until she noticed the ceiling-high crimson stained-glass windows to each side. Her hand flew to her mouth in surprise when she saw the statues lining the side of the hall, depicting in such life-like detail, beautiful women all chained, or worse. Torina's hand came to her chest as she saw the looks on the faces of the women - were they in pain, or . . . she shivered, quickly drawing her eyes away.

It was at that moment her head felt like it exploded, and she cried out, anticipating pain, but it never arrived. Torina opened her eyes, not realizing she was on her knees. Had the voice commanded her to kneel? It was hard to remember, so great was the shock to her mind.

Torina looked up at the demon statue, wondering who was so powerful they could speak from inside her mind? As she knelt bare-legged on the damp stone floor, she went over her key spells in her mind, holding her hands up to practice the motions. She noticed her fingers were trembling, and she clutched her hands to her chest.

 

[Purifier]

As Torina knelt before the statue, the thundering voice in her head was heard again. “Chose your path!” was the voice that boomed through her head now. For a moment all the crimson light that was falling into the room from the stained glass windows centered on the door on the left and the group of statues next to it, the group of demons who were poking and tormenting a chained young woman with various strange rods. The fiendish glee on the evil creatures was intense as their helpless victim’s lustful agony.

Then a few moments later the light all concentrated on the group of statues on the right, showing a similar looking young woman, harnessed and pulling a cart on which a massive demon, armed with a long wicked horsewhip sat. Again it was only a few moments that the light focused on this group of statues.

Next the crimson illumination concentrated on the huge demonic statue in front of the kneeling sorceress. “But keep in mind. No matter which path you chose. In the end you will be MINE.” The voice boomed through her head. The huge demonic manhood seemed to glow and swell even more in the crimson light, glistening with lust. It looked so real, so much alive now.

Suddenly a drop of something wet hit her face. It could have been just a drop of sweat from her brow. Or it could have been a drop of lustful nectar from the demonic shaft so high above her. The crimson lights flickered for a moment. Then returned to the normal illumination expected from a stained glass window. The thundering voice now didn’t speak into her mind again. Now it was upon her to chose…

 

[Tanuki]

Torina cringed when the booming voice lit off again inside her head. Choose her path, what did it mean? Then her eyes were drawn to the reddish glow, as the unearthly light from the stained glass window lit up a scene . . . and a door, to the left of the imposing statue. Torina squinted, and then she stiffened as she saw the statue for the first time. The girl looked like her - her naked body was similarly endowed, her face twisted in agony but still familiar . . . the pony tail bound in a light scarf even! She was naked and tied to a pillar, while several demons were brandishing odd-looking perhaps magical staffs.

Suddenly the light shifted to the right, revealing another scene carved in stone. Torina's mouth fell open at the horrible scene of another strikingly familiar face, this time wearing a harness and bridle, pulling a cart like a pack animal. On the cart sat a frightening-looking fat male demon wielding a wicked horse whip. Torina shuddered. The bridle was particularly disconcerting, for such a thing would prevent her from casting a good portion of her spell repertoire, anything with a spoken component.

Then the light snapped to the statue she knelt before, and her hands went to her head as the voice boomed again. “But keep in mind. No matter which path you chose. In the end you will be MINE.” The voice went silent and she opened her eyes, just in time for some drop of wetness that struck her cheek. Torina looked up and saw the demon statue's impressive member begin to glow and, if her eyes didn't deceive her, it was swelling up. It looked so real, so . . . turgid, she started reaching a hand up to touch it, then pulled her hand back quickly. Torina shook her head, this was all impossible! Just illusions, she told herself. Powerful ancient sorcery, left here to intimidate would be treasure seekers. She made a gesture with her hands, and spoke, casting a spell to dispel the magic that possessed the statue . . . nothing happened, which was strange, for the spell was usually instant. Then after a few moments, the glow slowly began to fade, and the statue looked like ordinary stone again.

Satisfied that she was right, Torina got to her feet. She checked her sword to make sure it wasn't stuck in its scabbard, and went over a few attack spells in her mind. She'd go through that door to the left, and if there were any illusions, or humans dressed as demons, they were in for a surprise. As she walked past the statue of the girl surrounded by demons, she marveled at the fine detail, amazed that anyone could chisel out such a thing. She stopped suddenly, leaning in closely to look at the girl carved from stone. There was a mark on the girl's upper arm, and she reached out tentatively to rub it, but it wasn't dirt. Torina looked at her own arm, at the distinctive birth mark, shaking her head. Impossible. Then she suddenly felt a chill, as if a cold hand had just touched her back.

With one last wary look at the statue, Torina pushed open the door and walked through, one hand on the hilt of her sword.

 

[Purifier]

At first the room was completely dark, even the light from the window in chapel blocked out as with some magical spell of darkness. There were sounds though, a low snarling sound, like those of a beast, or rather a number of beasts, becoming excited and impatient while waiting for their prey. There also was an odd smell in this room, an almost feral, animalistic, masculine smell, mixed with a faint hint of sulfur.

But as soon as Torina stepped into the room fully, the door behind her closed, and the room became illuminated. The light was not very bright but bright enough for her to see what was awaiting her in this room. In a semicircle around her stood a group of creatures, that resembled humans in their basic shape – a head, a torso, two leg, two arms – but which clearly weren’t human.

Demons they seemed to be, all of them obviously male – for they were naked. No two of them looked exactly alike, they were between about five and about seven foot tall. Some had batlike wings on their backs, some didn’t. Most of them had tails, but those were of varying length and shapes. From slim, long and flexible, to rather short, barbed, thick ones. The bodies of all these creatures were of a dark red color and most were hairless, except for two who were covered in thick black fur. All of them were horned, but the horns had vastly different sizes and shapes, long horns, short horns; curved horns, straight horns; all varieties could be found.

There were seven demons in total that stood there around her, armed with the strange sticks and devices depicted in the statues that stood near the entrance. The tallest one of them, a demon of an imposingly muscular body, and with two ramlike horns on his head now stepped forward towards her, his pitch black eyes looking down at her hand on the sword. “You may stand and fight us – and die. Or succumb to the test we have prepared for you and pass on to the next door if you succeed” He looked her straight in the eyes now with his inhuman, merciless gaze. “It is up to you”.

Two of the other demons stepped to the side just a little so she could see what was behind them. There was a pillar in the center of the room, complete with chains to bind a person to it. Behind the pillar was a spiral staircase with seemed to be made of metal, leading upward. There wasn’t enough light in the room though to see where the stairs lead. The demons in front of her seemed vigilant and determined to not let her pass without a fight.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina had a terrible feeling of forboding when she heard the beastly sounds coming from the dark around her, and the strange almost burnt smell of maleness. She jumped when she heard the door click shut behind her, and she quickly raised her hands to cast a lighting spell, only the room lit up before she could cast it.

Torina's voice caught in her throat and her belly tightened up in fear, for surrounding her was a pack of demon-like creatures that she instantly recognized from the stone statue scene. Only these were life-size, some towering over her, their eyes pitch black and mesmerizing, and their hands wielding those strange sticks that must have been magical weapons of some sort. Their naked bodies rippled with muscles, and they looked powerful enough to rip her limb from limb.

"No!" murmured Torina, "You're not real!" Though they looked incredibly real, and smelled real - masculine, like a human male after exersion, only stronger and with that odd burnt smell that she couldn't place. Powerful sorcery was this, to add a smell to the illusion.

Torina quickly raised her hands and spoke a dispel magic spell, sending it in all directions. Then she froze, expecting the illusions to shimmer and slowly disappear. But the demons just watched her, showing no reaction. Then the tallest one stepped forward, his imposing appearance and piercing eyes making her take a step backwards and place her hand back on her sword.

“You may stand and fight us – and die. Or succumb to the test we have prepared for you and pass on to the next door if you succeed. It is up to you”.

Her spell hadn't worked, which meant the magic was too powerful for her - no, she'd have seen a flicker as the illusion withstood her spell. No, they were real! Torina's legs felt weak, and her mouth felt dry, as fear turned her insides to stone. Impossible!! She looked at their powerful bodies, seven of them, what chance did she have, they would tear her apart.

Wait, he'd said she could pass if she passed their test. They didn't want to kill her, they could easily have done that. Two of the demons were moving, stepping aside to reveal . . . her heart dropped. It was the pillar from the statue scene, with chain manacles dangling from it. And beyond was a spiral staircase. Could they be telling the truth? Suddenly she remembered the stories, of the Tower being a series of trials. The hallway in the entrance must have been the first! The hallway hadn't harmed her, perhaps the demons wouldn't either? It was her only hope.

Trembling slightly, Torina slowly took her hand off her sword, then pulled off her pack and placed it on the ground, for fear they might take it from her and tear it beyond repair. She removed the belt holding her sword and dagger and carefully placed it next to her pack. Then she raised her hands in the air, in a gesture of surrender, praying silently that they wouldn't kill her. A feeling of vulnerability washed over her at that moment, standing in surrender, dressed only in her sheer nightwear and skimpy string undergarment, her soft flesh at the mercy of seven powerful demons.

Then she remembered the statue, that looked remarkably like her. The statue was naked. They would likely tear her clothing from her, and even if she got past their 'test', she'd spend the rest of the time in the dungeon naked. Quickly, she pulled the thin top over her head and tossed it on top of her pack, then undid the strings holding her undergarment to her hips, and tossed that as well. Then she stood, trembling slightly, one slender arm across her breasts, the other between her legs, wondering if she was out of her mind, trusting these demons not to kill her. She feared if they didn't take her soon she might pass out on the floor.

 

[Purifier]

The demons seemed rather amused by the young woman’s reaction to them, her attempt to deny their very existence. As she finally accepted the inevitable and surrendered, and then even undressed before the demons could even order her to do so, the grinned contently.

“Good girl” the tallest one spoke, while the other fiends looked at the naked woman with lecherous eyes, their forked tongues licking their lips as their unashamed gazes took in everything she revealed to them. A human male might have been chivalrous in such a situation, might have looked away as she undressed. But it was obvious that demons knew no decency, no discretion. These were the servants of Sidonai, evil, carnal creatures of unholy lust.

These well endowed monsters did not even try to hide the reaction that happened in their loins. Their monstrous shafts had been hanging limp when she entered. But now they had grown to much bigger size and eagerly stood at attention.

Something seemed to hold back these creatures though, kept them from just plunging upon her and ravage her, like they doubtlessly felt inclined to do. The tall one now pointed at the pole. “You seem to know very well what is expected of you”. He said, his other hand reaching out for her, to lead her towards the whipping post.

The demons now surrounded Torina, to chain the young sorceress to the pole. Her hand were cuffed behind her back, while her feet where chained into manacles at each side of the pole, opening her legs to some degree. Due to the thickness of the pole, this procedure stretched her body to some extent, making her position somewhat uncomfortable, but not yet painful. While they attached the young woman to the pole, the demons stared at her breasts and her crotch in unmasked lewdness, but did avoid touching these parts with any part of their body, as if they were forbidden to do so.

Meanwhile, the smallest of the demons went to a corner of the room, picking up a small silver bell of about the size of a pear, with a ebon handle and an hourglass filled with black sand. “Ball your hands into fists” the tall demon ordered the woman, “except for your index fingers, point those to the ground!” As she did so, one of the demons, a black furred monstrosity that only seemed to communicate in feral grunts, moved her fists together, so that the tips of her outstretched index fingers met each other. The bestial creature did so not as roughly as one would expected, instead he guided her hands with a rather unexpected gentleness.

But as soon as her hands were in the expected position, the balled fists were firmly tied to each other with sturdy leather straps, making it impossible for her to open those fists. Only her index fingers were allowed more flexibility, and she was now to find out why did was the case. For the smallest demon brought the bell, and placed the ebon handle between the tips of her indexfingers, making it not easy a feat to hold the polished handle in this position.

The tall one now spoke again. “Your challenge will begin now. From the moment on I turn over the hourglass, and the sands starts to run, we will use our rods of torment on you”, the demons now all held up their sticks with the strange devices attached to them, their eyes glistening with fiendish glee as they brandished those instruments of torture. “If you keep the handle of the bell between your fingers until the sand runs out, you win the challenge, and may go upstairs. If you let go of the handle though, no matter if intentionally or unintentionally, we will immediately untie you, and send you back to the entrance hall. You may try your luck at the other door then, but this room would be forever barred for you.”

 

[Tanuki]

Torina saw the grins on the faces of the demons, and she began to doubt her decision not to surrender.

"Good girl," said the tall demon, his approving tone sending a chill down her spine. She did not wish them to think she was weak. She was strong, only . . . there were seven of them, and she only one . . . and they looked so powerful. Then she shrunk back a little when she noticed that something seemed to have aroused the thick, unnaturally long male appendages between their legs, and then she shivered when she realized it was likely her naked form that was arousing them. Torina stiffened in fear that the demons might go back on their word, and assault her. Nothing was stopping them. Or was it?

“You seem to know very well what is expected of you," said the tall one, his voice deep and masculine, and it seemed to echo slightly unlike any man she had known. He pointed to the pole, turning to guide her toward it. Tentatively, Torina walked to the pole, and let the demons, their touches surprisingly gentle, take her hands to bind them behind her. She sucked in an anxious breath as the position stretched her and made her arch her back slightly. Two more demons took her feet and attached manacles to her ankles. The position forced her breasts outward and her thighs slightly apart, and she blushed to see the demons openly leering at her. While some of the demons just stood staring at her, the smallest demon went to the corner of the room and returned with an odd silver bell attached to a handle, and an hourglass. Fear made her breathing rapid and her chest rise and fall - they were indeed going to give her some sort of test, and she was both loathe and dying of curiosity to know what it might be.

Her anxiety grew when they balled her hands into fists, and firmly tied her hands to each other, then placed the handle of the bell between her outstretched index fingers. As the tall demon moved in front of her, he spoke, “Your challenge will begin now. From the moment on I turn over the hourglass, and the sands starts to run, we will use our rods of torment on you.”

Her breathing was growing ragged as she saw the various demons hold up the strange staffs she'd seen before. The tall demon gestured to the six demons that were arrayed around her, waving their sticks at her.

“If you keep the handle of the bell between your fingers until the sand runs out, you win the challenge, and may go upstairs. If you let go of the handle though, no matter if intentionally or unintentionally, we will immediately untie you, and send you back to the entrance hall. You may try your luck at the other door then, but this room would be forever barred for you.”

Torina nodded her understanding, her voice catching in her throat. She didn't look at the tall demon, for she couldn't take her eyes from the strange sticks the demons were holding . . . and planning to use on her. They were going to torture her. She felt dizzy. It was one thing to contemplate submitting to their test, it was entirely another to be chained up naked, a plaything for these lascivious creatures! She could drop the silver bell at any time, but that meant returning to face that fat demon with the whip . . . and the bridle. Torina shook her head. She would be strong. She tightened her grip on the black handle, determined not to drop it.

 

[Purifier]

The tall demon paused for a moment after his speech that had explained the rules of the challenge to Torina. As she nodded her assent, he reached for the hourglass turning it over. Now the sand slowly began to trickle down, the youthful sorceress first trial had begun.

As soon as the first grain of sand touched the bottom of the hourglass, the demons lead out a fiendish howl. Excitedly they now moved closer to her, all seven strange rods now pointed towards the chained woman. The first rod that touched her skin, had a clawed brass hand attached to his end. It was the rod held by the tallest of the demons. Slowly he let the clawed metal fingers run against the bound woman’s cheek, caressing her face gently, while there was a cruel, almost mocking grin on his face, because he was fully aware that this was just the start of what she had to go through.

Meanwhile the second rod now touched her skin. On its end there was a spiked metal wheel. Slowly the spikes rolled over her cleavage. If used with full strength, they could easily tear apart her skin. But even though the demon using it was a rather strong and stocky one, he only lightly pressed the spikes against her skin as he let the wheel roll over her breasts, now taking a course towards her nipples.

These sensations where suddenly overpowered as she felt a firm pinch into her lower belly, by a device that had lobsterlike pincers on its end. The demon who used the rod chuckled evilly as he witnessed her reaction, and for a moment most of the other fiends joined in.

A fourth device soon touched her body, its featherlike end tickling up and down the inside of her thigh. “Having fun my dear?” the cruel voice of the tall one suddenly asked her, before using the brass glass to give her face a light, teasing slap. “And it has only just begun…”

While he spoke a fifth rod now touched her skin, its end feeling like a moist pair of lips as it slid against her skin, then upon reaching her right nipple, the black furred demon using the rod pressed the staff against it. And those strange magical lips wrapped around the young woman’s nipple tightly, beginning to squeeze and suck on it.

The demons obviously were having great fun already in the torturing of their willing victim, grunts of excitement and infernal chuckles accompanying their actions, becoming louder every time they were able to produce a reaction from her. And they became more daring, more rough and obscene in their actions with every minute that passed.

The feathers now were running up to the sorceress’ unprotected womanly fleshes, softly teasing her fold, while the brass hand that slapped her face now was used against her mouth, the clawed fingers slowly ran against her lips, pulling the lower lip down a little before letting it up again.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina could hardly stand still, she was getting so nervous, so she jumped when the demons let out a terrible unworldly howl. She cringed, shriking back against the stone pillar as they all began to approach her, holding up their torment staffs toward her. It was then she noticed the end pieces of some of their staffs, a pair of lips, a claw, a strange metal wheel. When the tallest demon touched her cheek with a clawed brass hand, she recoiled, half expecting it to burn her, but it was cool to the touch, and the demon was surprisingly gentle. His face was a mask of cruelty however, as they all were, and she shivered despite herself.

Torina jumped when the next demon began to roll his small spiked wheel up between her breasts. The cool metal tingled as it softly and lightly traversed her skin, which seemed overly sensitive, something that always happened when she was frightened. Torina drew in a soft breath when the wheel turned to move across the swell of her breast, and then she yelped when she felt a sharp pinch on her taut, sensitive belly. Her eyes widened in fear when she saw the lobster claw the demon had used on her, and she stared at them in shock as they all laughed and chuckled, enjoying her torment.

Something soft touched her thigh, and she looked down to see a demon tickling her with a feather-tipped staff. “Having fun my dear?” the tall one suddenly asked her, gently but sharply slapping her face with his clawed hand. “And it has only just begun…” Torina was alarmed, for she'd felt the black handle slip in her fingers when he'd slapped her. She retightened her grip, trying to focus on her task, but it was so difficult with the myriad of sensations assaulting her naked body. The light, ticklish feather, the sharp tips of the metal wheel, and . . . she gasped as she felt a moist set of lips touching her breast, before sliding up to her nipple and starting to suck. Torina stared down at the strange, magical device, it looked like a real live pair of human lips gently sucking on her little bud. It not only looked real, it felt real, as Torina sucked in a sharp breath, blushing at the reaction of the demons, grunting and chuckling in an evil way. It was a game to them, to see who could get a reaction from her, she realized.

Torina steeled herself, determined not to give them the reactions they desired. Then she gasped as she felt the demon with the feather tip gently teasing her exposed pussy lips. "Not there!" she murmured, biting her lip as the onslaught of sensations rippled through her, as she tried to keep the black handle between her fingers from slipping. Everything the demons were doing just seemed to make her skin even more sensitive, until she was twitching and jerking to each touch of one of the torment staffs. She just couldn't keep her body still despite the entertainment the demons were obviously getting from making her body dance. She whimpered when the demon tormented her swelling nipple with the circular wheel, and she cried out softly when the lobster claw pinched her other nipple. They were relentless, attacking her everywhere, their touches gentle but devious, and they kept gesturing at her in the most lewd of ways.

The tall demon used his clawed hand staff to gently pull her lip in a suggestive manner, making Torina blush in embarrassment. So far, she wasn't having too much trouble holding on to the handle of the silver bell, but her face burned with humiliation as the demons jumped about, celebrating each small cry that escaped her lips, each jerk of her hips or belly their teasing elicited. Growing worried, she glanced over at the hourglass, to see how much longer she had to endure.

 

[Purifier]

Less than a third of the sand had yet trickled down into the bottom half of the hourglass, and the demons were already so full of fiendish glee in their torment of the helplessly bound sorceress. The more she squirmed and whimpered, the more fun the demons had, the louder their sounds of fiendish enjoyment became, the more ruthless the torments of their victim.

As she murmured her protest against the device that had been brought to her womanhood, the demons only laughed out mockingly. Instead of stopping the intensified their actions against her. The lobster claw pinched her nipple harder, the feather tipped staff that had been brushing against her fleshes now rubbed and tickled her there more firmly, before suddenly being pulled away.

This of course was just a short moment of relied, as soon the sixth device was brought against her body. It was a staff with a polished steel knob at the end. The demon holding it grinned and licked his lips as he pressed the cold knob against the chained woman’s belly, slowly running the metal ball down to her loins. His hand now seemed to caress along the end of the staff he held in his hand, and he murmured a few words in an ancient, evil tongue she could not understand.

But Torina certainly felt the results of the demon’s actions, as suddenly a sharp shock shot from the knob into her groin. Again the demons howled and laughed at her reaction, rejoicing in the woman’s electrical torment. The wicked knob was now brought to her womanly softness. Cool and devoid of electricity again it rubbed against her fleshes.

Now the brass hand that had been playing with her lips, was slid down from her mouth by the tall leader of the demons. Reaching her neck, he caressed along it, until suddenly the metal hand began to move. The clawed fingers now wrapped around her throat, gripping it firmly. The sharp claws dug into her skin, not hard enough to break it and draw blood, but certainly firm enough to be painful.

And then suddenly as the claw held her neck in its chocking hold she heard the murmured words in the demonic language again. And another jolt of electricity shot through her body, this time applied straight to her fleshes. The infernal creature that used the device on her waited for the electricity to die down again, while he rolled the knob against her sensitive skin. Then he pushed the device against her flesh, as if he was about to slowly, slowly slide it into her.

Meanwhile the seventh device was now brought into contact with her body, She could not see what it was due the firm hold on her throat making it hard for her to look downward. But it seemed to be shaped like a very thick finger – or a phallus – and it was now slowly creeping up along her leg, tingling slightly, strangely against her flesh.

“Now can you still take more? Or is this all too much for you?” The demon who held her neck in the firm grip of his metal claw asked.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina's heart sank to see two thirds of the sand remaining. The demons gave her no rest, and every minute seemed an eternity as they tormented her without mercy.

She cried out when the lobster claw pinched her poor swollen nipple, and she moaned when the feather returned to torment her womanhood. "No, please, stop that!" she whimpered as her hips jerked helplessly and her body responded beyond her control to their cruel but sensual teasings.

The feather left her suddenly, and she wondered for a moment if she had appealed to some deep-seated sense of pity in the creatures. That thought lasted only a moment, as she felt a cold ball move against her firm belly, drawing a soft intake of breath from her lips. Torina whimpered as she felt the ball move downward to her quivering hips to settle on the damp juncture of her pussy. Her eyes moved to the demon when she heard the chantings of some sort of demon sorcery, and then she screamed as a fire lit inside her that seemed to touch every nerve in her body. It lasted only a brief moment, but left her panting and crying softly.

Amazingly, the shock had kept her fingers locked tight on the black handle of the bell behind her back. Only when the pain subsided did her fingers threaten to let go, and she concentrated to maintain her grip. The demon gave her no rest, rubbing the still cold ball against her flesh. She knew from their hoots of laughter that they had enjoyed her reaction, and she shook her head, pleading, "please . . . please don't do that again!"

At the same time, the brass hand began sliding down her chin, suddenly coming alive to grasp her neck in a painful grip. Torina's eyes went wide in horror, thinking they meant to choke her to death. Perhaps she'd displeased them by screaming in pain, revealing herself as a weak, pitiful human? Despite her terror, she willed herself to be strong, and then she heard the ball demon speaking the same words again. "No!" she mouthed - too late, for the same unimagineable pain hit her like a wall of fire. Her tortured scream echoed off the walls of the tall chamber, until the pain subsided leaving just the sound of chorteling demons and her own soft whimpering.

To Torina's shock, her body still seemed aroused despite the shocks of pain, and the demons gave her no rest, teasing her breasts, tickling her thighs and exploring her every curve with their staffs of torment.

Her whole body felt so alive, so sensitive, so . . . ripe. Worst of all, she could feel the ball, warming now from her flesh, being slowly pushed inside her heated, wet crevice, and she shook her head, tears coming down her cheeks. She thought immediately of dropping the silver bell, escaping this horrible room - all she had to do was let go the pressure in her fingers. Then she thought of the fat demon, the bridle in her mouth and whip in his hand, and she shivered. No, she would endure, she could not go to another room and start over!

Torina panted against the painful brass hand that gripped her neck, then gasped as she felt something new and unfamiliar touch the inside of her knee. She strained to look down, to see what this new devious device might be, and the demons shared a great laugh at her terrified expression. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the staff, which ended in something long and thick, and strangely flesh colored. It tickled her skin in a strange, not unpleasant manner, and that only made her more anxious.

“Now can you still take more? Or is this all too much for you?” said the claw demon.

Torina shook her head vigorously, trying to ignore the foreboding she felt about the new thing creeping up her leg. "I can take it, I can take it!" she cried, though she felt little confidence to back her bravado.

She dared to take a peek at the hourglass - please be almost empty! she thought.

 

[Purifier]

Now a bit more than half of the sand had trickled down into the lower part of the hourglass. The fact that time was slowly running out, seemed to drive the demons onward to intensify their wicked attacks on the bound young woman.

“You can take it?” the tall demon – who seemed to be the only one who spoke her language -asked mockingly. “This sounds almost a little too eager. Maybe you are enjoying this way too much.” He added, watching as the demon with the bulbous staff now drove it in and out of the young woman’s moist fleshes.

The brass hand that magically had wrapped itself around Torina’s throat now tightened its grip. Chocking her until she became lightheaded, while the demonic ball plunged in and out her sensitive womanhood. Only when she almost passed out, the hand released its grip on her throat, giving her a moment to breathe and catch some air. But that soon she heard the strange incantation again, and once more a magical shock shot through her, this time from inside her. Her youthful walls of flesh zapped by electricity.

The thick, tingling finger that had been moving along her thigh now had reached the spot between her womanhood and her rear hole, pressing and rubbing against it with it its tip. And now the hand around Torina’s throat was already tightening its grip again, while the pinching staff moved to her lips, playing with them, catching them to pull on them, while the bulb sent another shock to the young woman’s insides.

After massaging the young woman’s perineum the staff’s tip moved to backdoor entry now, rubbing and vibrating against it. “Ever been taken there?” the tall demon asked cruelly, moving closer to Torina so she could feel his hot breath on her body. “Ever been entered from behind?” He looked at her as he asked his vulgar question, the demons around her now stopping their cheering and mocking for a moment to wait for her reply. It seemed that even though they did not talk in her language, they understood it perfectly well. Or was it just the tone of their leader’s voice that made them know that something obscene and humiliating had been asked to their victim.

Awaiting her reply, the finger pushed against her tight rose a bit more firmly now, but did not yet push forward to make its way inside, into her ass. “Does this scare you? Would you rather drop the bell than have your rear violated? Or does this turn you on? Do you yearn for it like an eager slut? With dripping wet cunt and moans of pleasure.” The pincers tugged on her upper lip a bit more now, then let it snap back as suddenly the chanting began again and a third shock shot into her vagina.

There seemed to be no boundaries to the obscene cruelty of these demons and now they were so eager to find out if the sorceress they had at their mercy was willing to sacrifice even her rear hole to their sadistic pleasure just to succeed in this test and make it to the next door, the next challenge.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina's heart sank when she saw nearly half the sand remaining, and she suddenly doubted she could make it. More than once she'd nearly dropped the bell, and she was grateful her hands were bound, as that made it easier to hold on to the handle.

“You can take it?” mocked the tall demon. “This sounds almost a little too eager. Maybe you are enjoying this way too much.”

"No!" choked Torina as the ball demon began pushing his object into and out of her pussy, now slick with her own shameful juices. Despite her belly rigid with fear, despite the humiliations hoisted on her, Torina's body was eagerly preparing itself to be violated, moistening her orifice to protect itself from whatever might be coming.

Suddenly she choked as the brass hand tightened on her slender neck. This was it, they were going to choke the life out of her! Torina struggled to breathe, her eyes wide in terror and her whole body stiffened, until suddenly the pressure eased and she gasped, hungrily gulping the precious air.

"Oh no!" she cried softly, tears trickling down her cheeks as she heard the incantation, before her body jerked and her mouth opened in a scream as the lightning wracked her body from inside. It lasted only a moment, but left her softly crying, her shoulders heaving in defeat. The intense pain made her a coward, nobody could stand up to that for long.

The demons gave her no rest, and she whimpered as she felt the strange phalic object pressing against a sensitive spot. "No, please!" she choked as she felt the hand tightening on her throat again, and then she screamed again as the lightning ignited inside her. No sooner had the pain subsided than she suddenly arched her back, her eyes flying open in shock.

"Ever been taken here?" said the cruel tall demon. "Ever been entered from behind?" The other demons suddenly stopped, eager to hear her answer to the confusing question.

"What? Taken from . . . no!" she gasped. Torina couldn't believe anyone would do such a thing, it was unthinkable. "Who would do such a . . . thing?" she queried, her voice trailing off as she realized the answer to her question. "Oh gods, no! You can't!" she cried, her posture pleading for mercy as the phalus pushed against her tightly puckered anus.

“Does this scare you? Would you rather drop the bell than have your rear violated? Or does this turn you on? Do you yearn for it like an eager slut? With dripping wet cunt and moans of pleasure.”

Torina blushed brightly. She wasn't a slut! "No! I'm not a sl--ahhh!" she screamed as her insides were shocked yet again. "P-please! I c-can't take any more!" she choked through her tears. "It's too much . . . it's too much!"

"No wait!" she burst. Into her mind floated an image of her parents, their whole lives devoted to grooming her to be a sorceress. She thought of her failure in the school, and the cloud of disappointment in her mother's eyes. She thought of her parents, gaunt from hunger, their savings gone, yet they never once asked her for help, or blamed her for their misfortune. She had no choice, she would make it through, make her parents proud, and save them from destitution. She felt the resolve flowing through her, giving her strength.

"I--I can take it, demon!" she exclaimed, almost spitting the word 'demon'. Her fingers tightened on the black grip between them. Part of her feared goading them on, for they seemed to have limitless depths of depravity. But her pride pushed down the thought, and she set her lips in a tight smile.

"Give me your worst!"

 

[Purifier]

“You want our worst?” the tall demon replied mockingly at the young woman’s request. The horde of demons that surrounded her laughed cruelly. “Maybe we should give you our best instead?” he said slyly and now some of the demons that surrounded Torina began to use their free hand – the one not holding a tormenting device – to reach for their massive manhood and stroke it. Each demon was rather well endowed, sporting huge, veiny cocks, some rather impressive in length, others in girth.

Amidst the demons grunts of arousal, the tall one said. “Now lets see how much you really can take.” And as soon as those words were spoken, the demon that had been attacking her rear with his finger-like device, rammed said device upward to push past her tight anal ring violently.

For awhile the demon just let the thick device just rest there, filling her inner tightness as it was stretched around the rod. The other demons, watching the anal violation of the sorceress began to stroke themselves faster, grunting in pleasure. Then slowly the wicked demon holding the staff began to work it up and down slowly, back and forth, in and out the poor girl’s ass.

Now some of the other demons began to use their staffs again. The one with the rod that ended in a sucking mouth brought it down to Torina’s clit, having it obscenely suck on her sensitive pearl. The pincers savagely twisted one of her nipples, while the tall demon used the staff that ended in a hand to smack the other breast firmly.

All this time the finger was relentlessly abusing her rear hole. The demon accompanied each push of the staff into her with a stroke of his throbbing demon shaft in his other hand. The air was now ripe with the smell of demonic arousal, a scent so feral, so inhuman, almost overwhelming in its intensity.

Slowly the sand was trickling down, now it was only a small portion left in the upper half, Torina’s torment was nearing its end, but was she able to stand this savage treatment of her tight rear, this violent claiming of her backside virginity?

 

[Tanuki]

Torina's newfound resolve began to waver when the demons laughed cruelly and the tall one mocked her words. She gasped when all of the demons suddenly started stroking their oversized cocks. While she usually shielded her eyes if a man's organ came into view, she could not seem to take her eyes off their stiffened, veined members, each one different, but all impressive, and intimidating. When her mind inevitably wandered to thoughts of how the demons might use their fleshy weapons . . . on her . . . she nearly dropped the black handle at the jolt of pleasure that ignited in her belly and flowed outward to her body.

The tall demon snapped her out of her thoughts when he said, “Now lets see how much you really can take.” As he spoke, the phallic device held against her puckered bottom was pushed firmly upward, past her anal ring to plunder her ass. Torina screamed, arching against the pole - it was the strangest, most uncomfortable thing to have some foreign object in her ass, and she thrashed about, fearful the demon might be doing some irreparable harm to her insides. In only a moment, the finger was fully inserted and the demon stopped, leaving her whimpering and unable to hold still, her ass twitching and her face flushed as she saw the demons excitedly stroking themselves at her obvious distress. When the demon started working the finger-like device slowly in and out, Torina's resolve crumbled.

"Please, t-take it out!" she stammered. The demons only laughed at her shameful pleading, but she couldn't stop herself. "You can't do this!" she pleaded. As if in answer the demons, without ceasing their suggestive stroking, grinned at her, and began using their own staffs on her again. When the mouth staff began to suck on her click, Torina let out a tortured cry - the device in her bottom somehow made her tender spots doubly sensitive, and the demon's torments went beyond pleasurable to a form of torture. "It's too much! Please stop!" she whimpered, her thighs straining to close, to ward off the suckling mouth, and her body jerking with each pinch, or slap or squeeze. The demons ignored her pleas, of course - and Torina knew if she wanted them to stop, she had to drop the bell. Her hands behind her back were strained from being in a constant state of tension, and she feared her fingers might squeeze the handle so hard it might crack. The phallus in her poor bottom never ceased its slow torturous invasions, and her body moved in rhythms beyond her control, at the whim of the demons and their terrible staffs. The discomfort and humiliation was giving way to an overpowering need, as her body was reacting by warming and moistening itself in the most shameful way. Torina felt hot and wet down between her thighs, and she prayed the demons wouldn't notice her body's pitiful surrender.

She glanced to the hourglass - it was nearly empty! If she could only hold on . . .

 

[Purifier]

The demons took such fiendish delight in watching Torina squirm on the pole as much as her restraints allowed. Each movement, each plea, each whimper, was met with a reply of crude grunts and growls. Inhuman sounds of abysmal lust, bestial mockery. “You know how to make it stop!” The tall demon reminded her maliciously. The wicked device her was using on her now gripped her breast, claws digging into it as the brass hand viciously squeezed it.

It seemed to be no problem at all for the demons to torment her in such wicked ways with their magical staff while at the same time faster and faster rubbing their veiny phalluses, their curved members of abnormal length and girth, each of it now glistening with demonic lust, slick and sticky with their seed. The more she suffered under the relentless sexual torment, the greater the arousal of the fiends

With the last drops of sand now about to slowly make their way down, the attacks of the demons even increased in ferocity, it was a cruel overflow of sensations, a savage pinching, slapping, sucking, intruding, her bound body helplessly receiving the full onslaught. Now the wicked wheel rolled across her pearl, so swollen and sensitive after the demonic mouth had sucked on it. Then the metal ball was pushed into her womanhood again, as the demons now simultaneously assaulted her from the front and her backdoor, another shot of electricity shot into her body.

Demonic howls of infernal pleasure turned louder and louder, the air in the room so sticky hot now, making it almost impossibly to breathe. The infernal phalluses had even increased in size as the demons masturbated. Did they really still intend to make her drop the bell, or were they just eager to get the most bliss out of the lasts moments of the young woman’s ordeal?

Torina’s breast were savagely twisted and mauled by brass hand and pincher. Then suddenly the demonic finger was pulled out of her rear, giving the savagely abused orifice a moment of relief before the ball now pushed against her anal entry. Knowing their time was running out the demon pressed the ball into her behind roughly, the tall demon now letting go of her breast, the brass hand instead brought to her womanhood, finger after finger pushed into her, stretching her tender flesh with such ravenous cruelty.
The tall ones eyes glared at the young woman, “suffer, suffer for our infernal pleasure!” He groaned in a voice that sounded even more inhuman than before, a voice that seemed to come from the deepest pits of hell, a voice that was completely devoid of anything but boundless sadistic lust.

And then, just seconds before the last grain of sand hit the bottom of the hourglass the volcanoes of infernal pleasure erupted. A sharp buzz shocked her from inside her rear at the same time as the first load of demonic seed hit her breasts. Then within a few moments they all released, with seconds load after load hit her helplessly bound body, the unnaturally warm, unnaturally thick ejaculate hitting her breasts, her thigh, her stomach. The room was full of roars, howls of abysmal pleasure, so loud, so intense that the floor and walls seemed to quake. Last to release was the tallest demon, his infernal load shot into her face, covering it with sticky heat.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina cried out in pain as the tall demon's claw dug into her breast. The pain mixed with pleasure added to the terrible need growing inside her, and she couldn't fathom why her body was betraying her so. Nor could she fail to notice the way the demons continued to arouse themselves, their frightening looking cocks growing slick and shiny with their unholy seed as they stroked themselves to a frenzy.

Torina's body shook and she screamed as the electricity went through her body. It quickly died down, but the cruel torments never ceased, leaving her shaking and sobbing as she struggled to absorb all the conflicting sensations - pain, pleasure, gentle and light or heavy and cruel touches everywhere on her flesh. She could feel her body building to a climax, and yet the demons never seemed to continue any action long enough for her body to find the release it craved. Instead, she was in a constant state of near orgasm, her body tensing to climax, then left unsatisfied as the demons moved on to the next torment.

Torina cried out suddenly as the finger staff was withdrawn from her anus. "No, p-please!" she begged as she felt the ball pressed against the tender orifice where the finger had been. The demons' cruelty was reaching a zenith, and suddenly she feared she might lose consciousness if they continued. Torina would die if she dropped the bell so close to the end! Quickly, she spoke three words of magic-she had to try it several times for she found speaking difficult under the constant onslaught. Her hands glowed slightly and froze like ice - it was the first half of a freezing spell - the second half would direct a small blue ball of magic at a target, but she needed only the first half, to keep her hands frozen on the black handle of the bell.

"Oh gods!" she cried as the ball was inserted at the same time she felt the metallic hand inserting its fingers into her slick pussy, her walls clutching it tightly in an involuntary reaction.

The tall ones stared into her eyes, “suffer, suffer for our infernal pleasure!” Then her body shook as a fire of electricity ignited deep inside her ass. Torina screamed, her body arched against the pole, and then she felt a jet of hot liquid strike her breasts. She looked in horror to see a demon shooting his seed onto her, then another, and another, and she wailed in shame as the hot sticky cum clung to her heaving body. Then to her dismay she saw the tall demon angling his quivering member at her face. "No!" she moaned-too late, as another warm jet of unholy seed struck her in the face and fouling her hair. The tall demon's deep voice rumbled in lust, and then amusement as he looked at his victim.

Torina whimpered and sobbed as she hung limp in her chains, hearing the howls of delight from the crowd of demons. Never in her deepest nightmares had she imagined such cruel depravity.

 

[Purifier]

Suddenly it was all over. All the wicked devices of torture were now withdrawn from the woman’s body, as she stood bound to the pole, sobbing and dripping with the thick, warm seed of the demons that was covering her body. For a moment the infernal horde just stood there around her, groaning and grinning in inhuman bliss, their gargantuan members slick with their demonic juice.

Then the tall one snarled at the smallest of his brethren, and the fur covered demon hurried to the back of the pole, to unlock the chains that held the woman. “Congratulations”, the leader spoke, stepping closer to the young woman, one hand still holding his now slowly shrinking manhood, “you have passed this trial. It has been a pleasure for us to put you to the test. And I think it might have been more of a pleasure for you then you are yet ready to admit to yourself.” He grinned at the woman, one clawed finger reaching out to her cheek, catching a thick little lump of his seed to slide it towards her lips.

“There are many more trials and tribulations awaiting you on your way up”, he added, his voice almost gentle now, but with a wicked, mocking undertone. “You can go ahead now, to see what is up there.” He pointed to the staircase that was winding upward. “Or stay here to rest for a while and regain your strength.” The other demons now slowly were stepping closer too, no longer armed with their infernal sticks and devices, but each of them was now holding onto his own manhood with one hand, stroking the limp flesh to slowly become rigid again. “I cannot guarantee I will be able to hold them back for long though”, the tall one added maliciously. “Even not if I wanted to..”

It was obvious that this room would not be a safe place for long. The demonic lust was already building up again. Forked tongues were licking demonic lips, clawed hands rubbing veiny shafts. These creatures were insatiable and if she didn’t make her way upward soon, they wouldn’t hold back their feral desires.

The upper part of the spiraling staircase was no longer obscured by darkness anymore now. It lead to a platform with two doors in a wall of black stone, most likely basalt. This time there weren’t statues next to the doors, but reliefs hewn into the dark stone instead. To see exactly what they were depicting she’d have to make her way up the stairs though.

The demons around her were slowly getting closer, something seemed to be still holding them back from jumping on her and ravaging her, but what ever it was it seemed to be become less powerful by the second. The lust of these demons was building up so high again, their eyes burning with infernal pleasure, with a savage sexual appetite far beyond any human dimensions.

“Come have a little rest before you make your way up”, the tall one tried to woo her. “We are all here to protect you.”