Now, still alive, he walked between two guards, with the women walking ahead. The women were dressed again. Rich folks’ finery of silk and leather. It made them no more appealing.
They were headed downstairs. He assumed they would show him his room. Or most likely a cell. He was, after all, a slave. He didn’t care at the moment. As long as he could sleep, and at least try to recover from what had just been done to him. He’d need some privacy, at least, so that he could cry. He would not give them any more satisfaction. He had given them way too much already!
His cock still stood hard between his legs, that arousal yet keeping him in its thrall. How much longer until it went away? It made him sick to his stomach!
Jord dared to think that he would get some relief. After all, he did do what they wanted him to, right? They did not at least seem as if they had any intention to rape him more. He dared hope that what he’d just suffered would be the worst it would get. He might be able to live though this, after all.
Finally they stopped by a sturdy iron door. Yes. Definitely a cell.
Jord shivered, cold after sweating. It was so frigid down here. Were they going to give him any clothes? He would catch his death in this!
The door opened and they ushered him inside into the darkness. For a cell, it sure seemed big!
One woman threw a lever on the wall, and suddenly the room lit up with dim light. He felt a brief touch of wonder. He had heard of this strange way of lighting rooms instead of torches. Electricity, it was called. It did not exist where he came from. What kind of magic created it?
That wonder was short lived. It was soon overtaken by something else as he got a look of the room.
It was indeed large, and full of things. It was the things which ignited the terror within Jord’s heart. Chains and shackles on the walls, hanging from the ceiling, and bolted to the floor. At the back, a wooden cross and other contraptions meant for attaching a person to. Whips of all sorts hanging on the walls. Tables laden with sinister looking instruments and strange equipment. A brazier with metal rods sticking out. By the door, a sturdy table with leather straps.
There was no doubt as to what this room was. Not a cell at all. A torture chamber!
Panic set in, as Jord understood the situation. He did not want to be tortured! He was terrified of pain!
He quickly swirled around toward the door with the desperate intention of escaping. But she only ran into the fleshy wall of the guards. He heard the women’s laughter behind him as the guards handled him as easily as if he were a child. They seized him and turned him back around. Cruelface stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face. One of the other women grabbed him hard by the balls. Another by his hair. He cried out. They grinned maliciously.
Then Cruelface barked an order and he was lifted by the guards. With ease and grace, even with him kicking and screaming, they carried him onto the sturdy table, setting him onto his back. Then straps were attached. His hands above his head, his legs spread. Straps around thighs, abdomen, chest, and neck.
As he was being attached, as he yet struggled, he could not help begging. “Please, please, please, don’t hurt me!” he cried urgently. “I’ll do anything! Please-”
His begging was cut off as a gag was stuck in his mouth. That was the last thing attached. And he was secured tightly. Utterly helpless.
The women stood around him. Smiling sadistic smiles. They were truly hideous, monstrous creatures!
And he was theirs completely.
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“That was neither a nice nor a wise thing to try,” Dimillah said with mock anger. “And here we were going to go easy on you.” She clicked her tongue, taking the big juicy cock by the base. “But now I’m personally going to make sure to cause you as much pain as possible. And that is a lot!”
She accentuated her last words with finger flicks to the cockhead. The boy jolted and cried, and the ladies around the torture table were grinning with glee and anticipation.
Then she walk over to a table to the side to pick up a vial. She came back, and poured some elixir onto the cock. Rubbing it in. The cock started becoming flaccid. “Let’s give your prick a little rest. We’ll return to play with it soon enough.”
And, laughing, the ladies withdrew. Left him waiting for his ordeal while then went for some food and wine. A good torture session would make the sweetest dessert!
As they left, they turned off the light. Leaving the boy in darkness.
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In the cold and dark, Jord shivered and sobbed into his gag. Naked and almost completely immobilized. The sense of helplessness he felt defied words.
They had left him for now, but would soon be back. And they would hurt him for their amusement, and no amount of begging and pleading was going to deter them. If anything, it was vice versa. This was what got them off, after all.
What thoughts of escape he had entertained just a moment ago were rapidly fading. A certainty of their futility was rapidly taking over his mind. Growing desperation and terror. He knew this was end of the line for him. His final destiny. Life of rape and torture.
He would never leave this place alive.
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