The Tower of the Demons [closed]

[Tanuki]

And then, true to their word, the demons stopped in unison, leaving Torina hanging limply against the pole, the demons' seed slowly drying on her body. The burning need remained however, her body trembling slightly, feeling overly sensitive and tender. As one of the smaller demons unchained her, the tall one spoke to her.

“Congratulations, 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.” Torina looked up sharply at him, then looked down, her face flushed. No doubt the demon could see her still painfully engorged nipples, eagerly poking toward him, or the overabundance of fluid between her tightly clenched thighs.

"Please," she murmured when he reached out a clawed finger to stroke her cheek, the casual touch making her want to cover herself and hide.

“There are many more trials and tribulations awaiting you on your way up”, he responded in his mocking tone. “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.”

Torina gasped in fear as she saw the demons all take a step closer to her, their inhuman members already being stroked to renewed hardness. “I cannot guarantee I will be able to hold them back for long though”, the tall one said. “Even not if I wanted to..”

Mixed with the fear that was making her knees want to buckle, was a strange anticipation, her body warming again at the sight of all the demons readying themselves to take her use. Torina's hands moved to cover herself, to hide her body's unwanted arousal from their lustful eyes. She needed to get out, immediately, before they took her body's responses as an invitation.

"I--I must go . . ." she said, half plea and half trying to motivate herself. She quickly moved toward where she'd left her pack and weapons and scooped them up in her arms. Perhaps she hadn't noticed before, or perhaps the veil of darkness had been lifted, but she could now see at the top of the spiral staircase, two large ominous doors, each with some sort of stone relief carved in the black stone. She could not see the detail, but it was clearly another choice, and she suddenly realized she was afraid to see what the two doors depicted.

So fixated on the doors was she, that Torina hadn't noticed the demons encircling her again, their hands never ceasing their rhythmic stroking, and their eyes looked her up and down in the most lascivious manner. “Come have a little rest before you make your way up”, the tall one said in his deep, seductive voice. “We are all here to protect you.”

"No! I . . . cannot stay . . ." stammered Torina, her knees feeling weak as she felt a little gush of heat between her thighs. She needed to escape, before her body lost its will to move. Quickly, she hustled toward the stairs, breathing a sigh of relief when the demons smoothly parted and let her pass, something in their eyes resembling disappointment. The spiral staircase was cold on her bare feet as she ascended, not daring to glance back at the demons below. When she reached the next floor, she carefully avoided looking at the doors, as if fearful they might open of their own volition. Instead, Torina reached into her pack and pulled out a thick bathing cloth. She wet it with one of her water flasks and began vigorously scrubbing the demon seed from her naked body.

Torina scrubbed and scrubbed, faster and faster, using up too much of her water, until finally she stopped, shaking, a tear running down her cheek. Her body was clean now, but her mind still felt sullied with the demons' perverse tortures. Even worse, her body's arousal hadn't subsided much at all, and she briefly thought of trying to relieve her need herself, but dismissed it. That was strictly forbidden at the Horvathian school of sorcery, and she felt a strange obligation to follow their rules, even though if she ever returned, they'd likely execute her for her instructor's crime.

Pushing those thoughts from her mind, Torina focused on her task. She quickly dressed herself in her string underwear and sleepwear top. It was all she had, and better than going naked. She pulled the thin material over her head, and gently pressed on her nipples, trying to get them to stop poking against the semi sheer silk. Then she put on her sword belt, adjusted it and checked that both sword and dagger lifted smoothly from their scabbards.

Finally, she drew in a deep breath, steeled herself best she could, and raised her eyes to look at the two doors.

 

[Purifier]

The demons did not try to block the young adventurer’s path, nor did they try to follow her up the stairs. What they did though was trying to lure her down to them again, by making obscene sounds and gestures in her direction. Obviously there seemed to be something that held them back from entering the spiraling staircase, thus giving Torina enough time to clean herself.

Even though she rinsed her body diligently it seems like the demonic scent, this powerful musky odor of lust, did wash off completely. A faint hint of infernal scent staid upon her body, marking her, just like the bruises from the demons’ wicked tortured did. There were plenty of marks that bore legacy of the ordeal she had went through. None of them was a serious wound that needed emergency treatment, but each of them caused a little amount of pain and discomfort, especially as her most sensitive parts had been those that they treated worst.

The scenes on the reliefs before her eyes were as crude as the previous ones. Next to the door on the left there was a picture hewn into the black stone that showed a woman, again looking so much like her in every detail, standing before a group of five seated demons. Those horned monstrosities – four males and one female – were gazing upon her bare body with their eyes. Those demons were not naked, they wore long robes that vaguely reminded of the garments of judges. There was something about them that made them seem more dignified, more intelligent than the howling, feral demons in the room she had just mastered. But their gazes were nonetheless lewd and inhuman. One of the demons in the picture – a massive male one with four curved horns on his head – seemed to be talking to the young woman, he was pointing somewhere in the room with a rod. What he wanted of here was hard to tell.

Apart from the demons and the woman, there were a number of shelves and devices in the room. Some looked like torture devices – a stockade, an x-shaped cross, a rack – other seemed to serve simply for storage, their contents such gruesome things as whips, chains and huge pliers, but also more innocent seeming items like clothing or food.

The relief next to the right-hand door showed an entirely different scene. Again there was a young woman that looked very much like Torina. She was standing on a platform. But this time there were no demons involved at all. Instead there was something in front of her that at first glance seemed to be a field of some tall, thick crop, but upon closer look was a dense field of tentacles. Comparing their size to hers they must have been about six feet tall. The woman stood above them, the tops of the closest tentacles barely reaching the platform. It was like she was standing on the edge of a pool. But this pool was not filled with water but with tentacles. Far away on the other side of this ocean of tentacles was a doorway. To reach it she’d someway have to make it across this tentacled mass.


These were the sorceress’ options. Another demonic ordeal – of a seemingly different kind – to the left or a an ocean of tentacles to the right.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina's eyes widened when she saw more of the demons on the left mural. She shook her head - she could not bear to spend another minute with those perverted, inhuman creatures. She immediately looked to the other mural on the right, and her eyes narrowed, trying to focus on what she was seeing. Once again, the young female depicted in stone looked remarkably like her, though dressed more like Torina had been before she had lost some of her clothing to the terrifying hallway at the entrance. She was standing on a small platform in the middle of a pool of strange water, with a door in the distance, her goal obviously. Torina looked closer. The wavey lines weren't water . . . they were some sort of feelers, or tentacles. Her stomach tightened and she looked at the door, as if half expecting it to open on its own and reveals its horrors.

No doubt it was a test, she would have to pass through the sea of tentacles to reach the door. Torina thought of the hallway, filled with hands, tongues, and tentacles. She might cut down a few of them with her sword or magic, but with so many of them, she would not be able to fight them off, and if her experiences with the Tower of Malinkor so far were any indication, the tentacles would give her a very hard time. Torina shivered, her hand coming to her chest as she thought of dozens of tentacles exploring her body. She shook her head--the other door, it couldn't be this one.

When her eyes returned to the left door's stone carvings, she looked more closely. Yes, it depicted more demons, seated a distance from the woman who was naked and again looked just like Torina. But unlike the disgusting creatures of the room below, these demons were dressed, in long robes, looking at her as if judging her in some sort of competition. One was even female she noted with a raised eyebrow. All was not benign however, for arranged about the room were a number of torture implements, which made Torina anxious. Nevertheless, the setup looked like more of a mental exercise than a lewd assault like the previous room, or what would likely transpire in the tentacle room. This she could handle. Checking her clothing and weapons one last time, Torina took in a deep breath and pushed open the left door.

 

[Purifier]

The room behind the door that Torina now opened was lit by the flickering light of torches. There was a pedestal about four feet into the room, and a long desk upon it. Behind the desk five figures sat, which at first glance looked vaguely human. Each of the figures was clad in a long black robe, not unlike that of a judge. A closer look at those five seated figures revealed that they weren’t human at all. All of them had reddish skin and distinctively nonhuman facial features. Mouths full of sharp teeth, small noses and bald heads provided them with a bestial, menacing appearance. Each creature them had horns on their head which ranged in size from rather small, bump like ones on the head of the sole female of the group, to four massive curved horns on the head of the most massive looking male of the group.

“Enter”, he spoke, as his dark eyes gazed upon Torina. “Enter sinner and face your judgment”, he spoke, his deep voice sounding grave and serious. There was a merciless strictness in the eyes of all five of the demons that sat there. A cruelty that was much more civilized and cultivated, but nevertheless unrelenting and inhuman.

The shelves and devices that lined the walls of the room looked even more menacing in reality than in the picture on the wall. There were those devices of torment she had seen, and there also were the shelves lined with so many strange things. Some, like the whips or chains, were obvious in purpose, others, like a shelf full of vials, bottles and clay pots of strange chemicals were of more opaque purpose. There were occult symbols carved into the tops of some of the shelves, as well as into the side of the desk that was facing Torina. Bizarre, forbidden symbols which would make any righteous sorcerer or wizard shudder, as these were runes of forbidden lore, arcane mysteries of a infernal nature. In all civilised lands such practises had been banned, such magic deemed to dark and evil to be practised by humans. But these of course were demons and not humans, and these were the insignia of their hellish power.

 

[Tanuki]

Despite the mural giving hint of what she would see, it was still unnerving for Torina as she entered the room, to see the five seated demons, arranged behind a wide desk and facing her. She knew they were demons from the reddish skin and horns, and if not for her experiences that day, she might have doubted they were real. The female demon had small bumps on her head, where the males had full horns of varying sizes and shapes, and her features were a bit softer than the males as well. Yet her gaze burned into Torina even more intensely than the males, and she told herself not to expect any quarter from the female - Torina was just a lowly human to these demons after all.

“Enter”, said the largest, most physically impressive demon, his voice rumbling as if it sprang deep from the center of the earth . “Enter sinner and face your judgment.”

Torina stiffened defensively at the word, 'sinner', but she moved to stand before the table as they seemed to expect her to do. She resisted the urge to place her hand on her sword, and instead took a furtive glance about the chamber. She marveled at the array of devices, potions and talismans, and she wondered if they were all meant for her, or perhaps this was some sort of storage room put to use by her 'judges'. She hoped it was the latter. Then she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Those symbols, carved into the shelves - she recognized them from the museum of the School of Horvath - ancient, evil, and forbidden to research. Her instructors did not even know their meaning, for it meant instant death for any sorcerer to attempt to read or vocalize them. It was whispered among the students that the ancient symbols were so powerful that they would corrupt and enslave the mind of any human who used them.

Torina wondered if these demons, dressed in elaborate robes and looking downright regal compared to the beasts on the floor below, could possibly know how to use those ancient scripts? A slight shiver rippled through her body, and she had to force herself to look away and focus on the demons seated before her. Torina carefully placed her pack on the floor beside her, paused for a moment, and then she removed her sword belt, as a show of respect, and placed that on the floor next to her pack. She imagined she was quite the sight, dressed in her underwear and sheer top, her shiny black hair damp and in disarray. Perhaps they could even smell the seed of their brethren on her body. Despite all her scrubbing, Torina could still detect an odd, masculine scent coming from her own skin.

She stood awkwardly as the demons stared at her silently. With her hands clutched anxiously before her, she tried not to think about what awaited her.

 

[Purifier]

Five pairs of dark, inhuman eyes rested on Torina as she put down her pack and her sword belt on the floor. Suddenly there was a thudding sound from behind her, as the entrance door fell shut. It was the woman who now addressed her, a greenish flame burning in her obsidian eyes as she spoke. “You shudder being called a sinner? And yet you have chosen this door. You may deny it to yourself, puny human girl, but you know you are full of guilt, and you are seeking absolution from the torment of your conscience”. The woman smiled cruelly as she spoke, her voice sharp and remorseless.

“You came here because you crave punishment for your sins”, she continued, her fingers, so much finer than those of the male fiends, playing with a pointing stick, flexing it as she spoke. “Without punishment there can be no absolution. Punishment is absolute.” The other demons nodded gravely at her words. The female smiled and leaned back satisfied with her own words and the approval of her peers, then looked at the demon sitting next to her, a gaunt male with deep-set eyes and impossibly sharp fangs. The male gestured at the sorceress to remain silent, his gaze at her relentless and predatorily.

“This is your time of judgment”, he snarled, “one ordeal for each of your gravest sins. All of them are written in this book.” His clawed hands held up a leather-bound volume. “You will be tried, sinner. And if you stand each judgment, each ordeal, accept what you deserve, you will be allowed to pass.” He pointed at the huge oaken door behind him, between the shelves and torture device. “Should you refuse to accept any part of our judgment though, you will be cast out of this room in shame and will have to seek another way up the tower.”

Having thus spoken, the thin demon turned his eyes towards the towering demon that had beckoned her in. “You have heard my colleagues”, he spoke. “Now tell us, girl. Are you ready for us to judge you for your sins? Ready to stand trial and accept our just and wise judgment?” The others grinned as the words ‘wise’ and ‘just’ were spoken, especially one demon that had not said anything yet, a male with surprisingly handsome features, his boyish face marked by a thin goatee. There was something twisted in this demon’s smile, a wickedness, a sadism, even greater than that of the others.

“Speak now, loud and clear”, the massive one finished his words to her, and now they all looked at her, silently, awaiting her answer. It was the silence of a pack of predatory beasts, ready to devour their prey. And indeed there was a strange hunger in the demons’ eyes, a cruel hunger that so much contradicted the words of a wise and just judgment.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina jumped when she heard a sliding sound followed by a whump as the door slammed shut behind her. Her attention was quickly drawn back to the female demon who began speaking.

“You shudder being called a sinner? And yet you have chosen this door. You may deny it to yourself, puny human girl, but you know you are full of guilt, and you are seeking absolution from the torment of your conscience.”

Torina's anxiety fared no better as the demon spoke of torment and absolution. She wondered if she were imagining the green fire in her eyes, but there was no doubting the cruel smile that gave credence to Torina's suspicion that the female would be the one to worry about.

“You came here because you crave punishment for your sins, Without punishment there can be no absolution. Punishment is absolute.”

Torina shook her head in denial, and opened her mouth to protest, but she quickly shut it again at a quick gesture from the gaunt male seated next to the speaking female. These demons would for certain not believe her protests, and she doubted she could sway them with words. The male shaking his finger began speaking next:

“This is your time of judgment”, he snarled, “one ordeal for each of your gravest sins. All of them are written in this book.” His clawed hands held up a leather-bound volume.

Torina's eyes narrowed. How could they possibly have a list of her sins? Then she remembered where she was, and whom she was dealing with.

“You will be tried, sinner. And if you stand each judgment, each ordeal, accept what you deserve, you will be allowed to pass.” He pointed at the huge oaken door behind him, between the shelves and torture device. “Should you refuse to accept any part of our judgment though, you will be cast out of this room in shame and will have to seek another way up the tower.”

Her belly tightening in fear, Torina tried to think of what might be listed in their book. Of course the events in her School came to mind, had those been her fault? Had she invited her master's advances? Flirted with him? He'd been very attractive, distractingly so, but she had not seduced him, had she? And what else? She tried to remember if she'd broken any taboos.

The tall demon interrupted her thoughts. “You have heard my colleagues. Now tell us, girl. Are you ready for us to judge you for your sins? Ready to stand trial and accept our just and wise judgment?”

She frowned at the smiles of the other demons at the words 'just and wise.' One demon in particular, and she gasped when she realized how much he looked like her Master from the Horvath School. Same boyish good looks and cocky attitude, yet the eyes contained an openly perverse wickedness that made Torina's legs feel wobbly. She looked down to avoid the handsome demon's gaze, and noticed her poor, abused nipples, her fear perhaps making them poke against the thin material that strained to contain her breasts. Torina grimaced, not wanting to draw attention to her condition by covering herself with her arms.

“Speak now, loud and clear,” barked the powerful demon, making her jump.

"Y-yes," stammered Torina, the fear making her voice waver. She swallowed heavily and cleared her throat. "I have no sins to be ashamed of, you will find nothing in your book! I accept your trial."

Despite her brave words, Torina's mind was working fast to think of anything they might be able to use against her. Her Master had called her vain, that she liked the attention of males. Of course, she was a woman, was that a crime? Her still sore and sensitive body quickly reminded her of one taboo, that of touching herself. She'd never broken that one! Except . . . but how could these demons know of that? She'd been alone, in her room, no one could know, and she had quickly stopped it!

 

[Purifier]

“Nothing in our book?” the four-horned demon laughed a deep, thunderous laugh echoed by the chuckles of his brethren. “Now let us see what this ‘nothing’ amounts to,” he added in an amused, mocking voice. The book was now passed to a demon that had not said anything yet, the least tall of the five, a rather stocky one, who seemed quite muscular under his black robe. The demon, who’s build and facial features more resembled a blacksmith than a dignified judge – he actually bore quite some similarity with the blacksmith back in Torina’s home town – now opened the book slowly. He let his dark eyes fall upon the parchment pages before him, then at the woman in front of him.

He raised his eyebrow as he looked at the woman, as if something was not quite right. “I cannot begin reading out your deeds of wickedness until you show this court some respect!” He snapped at her angrily. “You really are a brazen one. Standing before a high court of hell dressed in your underwear. As if this was some cheap brothel in the seedy part of one of your human towns!” His voice was full of anger an menace as he admonished her. “Off! Off with those filthy things! Stand before us as bare as you were born, sinner!”

The other demons looked at her gravely, seemingly sharing the indignation of their colleague about Torina’s attire. Grimly they waited until she had complied with their order, forked tongues licking demonic lips as she stripped bare before them. When she was finished the stout one continued to address her. “And now that you finally are dressed appropriately, kneel down before the court, sinner, so we can continue without further delay.”

Finally, after taking a good look at the young sorceress’ bare body, he picked up the book again. “There is a lot about you written in this book.” He said, “you should be very ashamed of calling that ‘nothing’. Are you not aware of your own misdemeanors? Or are you trying to fool this high and wise court?” He didn’t even give her the time to reply to his question, but instead ordered Torina to be silent and started to read. “Let us start with the first accusation. It is written here, that this young human woman before us, Torina her name, has been known among humans for her vanity, her deep rooted desire for male attention, for compliments and admiration. Even worse yet,” he stopped for a moment for a dramatic pause, “not only had she been actively pursuing that attention. She had also, after awaking the flames of lust in the loins of innocent men, after seducing them with her inappropriate dress – like shown here in this very court -, her lustful eyes, her lascivious gestures full of innuendo and temptation, played the coy one. In other words, she turned them on, then turned them down!”

He paused now to let the accusation settle, the other judges shaking their head in disapproval. “Is there anything you can say in your defense? Anything to explain your shameless actions? Your foul and reckless temptation of honorable men?” Ten pairs of infernal eyes now seemed to pierce the young woman with strict inquisitive looks. Dark gazes roaming her bare, bruised body without mercy. There was the handsome one with the goatee, smiling at her mockingly as he licked his lips with his forked tongue. There was the female demon, the green flames burning in her eyes as she studied the young woman in front of her as if she was an insect on a pin. There was the gaunt hideous demon with his enormous fangs, snarling as his deep set eyes seemed focused on the young woman’s crotch. And there was the powerfully build, tall one, who gave her those gazes of unforgiving strictness, of sour disapproval.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina looked about nervously as the demons laughed at her protestation of innocence. The powerful demon handed off the book to another, short stocky demon. Torina's eyes narrowed, for this demon now looked slightly familiar to her . . . the blacksmith! Once she made the connection, the resemblance was unmistakable, and it made her want to shiver.

The blacksmith in her village had been an older stocky man with strange gray eyebrows and wandering eyes, he'd always made Torina uncomfortable the way he'd looked at her. Each time she encountered him alone, he asked her to strip for him, chuckling as she'd hurried past him. One time she'd visited his shop to retrieve a repaired sword for her uncle, and the blacksmith had shown her something he'd said he'd made just for her. "You'd look lovely wearing this, my little bird," he'd said in his deep, creepy voice, holding up the contraption. "And nothing else of course." Torina had run from the shop, forgetting even to bring the sword, the blacksmith laughing cruelly behind her. She'd never spoken of it, especially to her father.

The demon's stern voice snapped her attention back to the present. When he admonished her for dressing in her underwear, she raised her hand to protest, but he shouted her down. “Off! Off with those filthy things! Stand before us as bare as you were born, sinner!”

Torina stood there mortified, her hand clutching her silk top. It showed too much to the demons' intrusive gazes, but it was all she had, and now they were ordering her to remove it. She looked from one demon to the next, hoping to see some glimmer of sympathy, but instead she saw disapproval, and impatience. The blacksmith demon's anger frightened her, his rippling forearms looked powerful enough to break her in two. Quickly, before she drew their ire, Torina pulled the top over her head and tossed it gently on top of her pack, her arms coming to cover her bare breasts. The demons looked her over, and she grimaced . . . she must have looked terrible, her flesh bruised and marked. Several pairs of eyes stopped roving over her body and focused lower. With a soft groan, Torina removed the triangle of material from her hips, her fingers fumbling nervously with the strings, and then she placed that with her top, standing nervously again in front of the array of stern-looking demons. Torina wished she had more hands to hide her body from their penetrating gazes, which wandered over every inch of her now bare body.

“And now that you finally are dressed appropriately, kneel down before the court, sinner, so we can continue without further delay.” Torina bristled at the word sinner, but her fear made her quickly comply, as she went to her knees and sat on her ankles, her back straight and her hands still trying to provide some vestige of modesty. There was something terribly intimidating about being on her knees, naked, before the judgemental demons. But she took heart in the fact they hadn't touched her, and seemed content to judge her from behind the broad desk.

As the stocky demon began to accuse her of deceit, she shook her head vigorously, "No! I--" but she was quickly silenced by the demon's raised hand. As he began to speak of vanity, Torina grew increasingly anxious. Perhaps there was some truth to their accusation, but what woman didn't like a little attention, a small compliment? But when the demon continued, accusing her of enticing 'innocent' men, turning them on only to turn them away . . . "No, that's not . . . true!" burst Torina, her voice at first forceful, but quickly dying out at the withering looks from the five demons, each of them shaking their heads.

“Is there anything you can say in your defense? Anything to explain your shameless actions? Your foul and reckless temptation of honorable men?” The demon seemed to tower over her as she knelt before him. Torina looked at the demons, their forked tongues flicking out, and their expressions making her feel small and vulnerable. What did they know, and what would they do if she tried to deny their accusations? But if she didn't voice her innocence, that might be even worse!

Unable to hold eye contact, Torina looked down at her knees as she spoke. "Your . . . honors. I . . . I cannot deny that I . . . enjoy the occasional compliment or approving look from a man, or woman. " Then she looked up pleadingly. "But I-I assure you, I never tried to lead them on, to seduce them!" She thought of her instructor in the Horvath School. "Evidence? Umm--when I was in sorcery school, I wore long robes, tied my hair in a bun, and bound my breasts tightly, to avoid appearing too appealing to the men of the school. It's the truth, I swear!" It was the truth, mostly . . . quickly she pushed the memory from her mind, somehow fearful they might be able to read her very thoughts. Then she thought of after she'd left the school . . . short skirts, tight leather bodices . . . she'd told herself it was simply what female adventurers wore . . . but . . .

Quickly Torina pushed that thought from her mind as well, and patiently waited the demons' response.

 

[Purifier]

Listening to Torina’s defense, the demon that had read the accusation watched her intensely, his dark, inhuman eyes roaming the kneeling woman’s body. After she spoke there was a moment of silence, before he replied. “Long robes, hair into a bun, tightly bound breasts”, he spoke in a voice that made it sound like he was talking about something very dirty, something forbidden and erotic. “I think this is not all of the truth,” he went on to now admonish her. “The sorcerer school was just a short period of your life – we come to the reasons for that later. It seems there is a reason why you do not mention how you dressed, how you acted before and after that. And no, you don’t need to defend yourself. We all have seen how you came into this room.” The stocky demon sneered, while the female let out a mocking laugh, and the handsome one with the goatee grinned at Torina triumphantly.

“Or do you call that…”, he accuser pointed at her removed clothes, “.. long robes? Do you call this…” he pointed his clawed finger at her dishevelled hair, “.. a tight bun? Do you call this..” his finger now pointed at her bruised breasts, “do you call these shamelessly exposed breasts tightly bound?” He rose up from his chair now, standing above her. “No more need to excuses!” He rebuked any attempt of Torina’s to defend herself.

“It is time for a verdict on the first of many accusations written in this book. Time for a judgment for the fist of your many sins.” The was a sparkle of expectation in the other demons’ eyes now, as each of them seemed to eagerly anticipate what horrible ordeal their infernal colleague would come up with to punish this young adventurer.

“As you take such great pride in your tightly bound breasts and your chastely bound hair, I will have you bound and hanging from the ceiling by your hair and your breasts”, the demon who bore such disturbing resemblance with the blacksmith back in her hometown thundered. “Then I will use the crop and the flogger on you, and put your claim to the test. Should I get aroused doing so..” his shadow now covered Torina as he stood high above her behind the desk, “.. it will be taken as proof that your claims were a lie, and that you were looking to tempt men and turn them on by your supposedly chaste way of dressing and grooming yourself.”

There was murmur of approval among the other demon’s as the stocky one had spoken. “That’s fair and just, he is giving you a good chance to prove your innocence”, the female addressed Torina, a wicked grin on her lips. The other fiends didn’t get to utter any comments yet, as the stocky one now spoke once more, “stand up sinner to receive your punishment. Arms behind your head.” His order was spoken firmly and unrelentingly, and as soon as she had complied to it, he went down from the pedestal on which the abyssal judges were seated, and with measured, dignified steps went to one of the shelves, to chose the rope he would use to tie her up with. While he was doing so, four pairs of infernal eyes rested upon Torina’s bare body, sadistic smiles on inhuman faces, whispers of degrading nature between the demons commenting on Torina’s body and her sinfulness as they scrutinized her.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina began to have a very bad feeling as the stocky demon spoke of her appearance. It was not fair, her clothes had been torn from her, by this demonic Tower! Her hair disheveled and her breasts abused by their demon kind. "But, that's not--" she started to protest.

“No more need to excuses!” bellowed the demon, making her cringe as he stood over her. He went on to speak of her many sins. What sins? She was a good girl!

“As you take such great pride in your tightly bound breasts and your chastely bound hair, I will have you bound and hanging from the ceiling by your hair and your breasts!” announced the demon. Torina's mouth opened in shock, and she shook her head in denial, her hands covering her bruised breasts defensively. Somehow in her mind, she'd discounted the idea of these more dignified demons actually touching her. If this test devolved into one like her previous test . . . Torina shuddered, feeling light headed.

Her fears became reality when she heard the next part.

“Then I will use the crop and the flogger on you, and put your claim to the test. Should I get aroused doing so.... it will be taken as proof that your claims were a lie, and that you were looking to tempt men and turn them on by your supposedly chaste way of dressing and grooming yourself.”

Torina shook her head as the other demons spoke their approval of his plan. "No, please!" she pleaded, looking about the room for sympathy. "You don't need to do this . . ."

“That’s fair and just, he is giving you a good chance to prove your innocence”, the female said with a grin. But how would she prove her innocence, by . . . keeping the demon from being aroused? How could he possibly find her arousing, all bruised and in dire need of a bath? That would help her pass this test, she was certain.

The stocky demon barked a command, and Torina quickly stood, placing her arms crossed behind her head, each hand grasping the opposite forearm. She watched anxiously as the demon walked deliberately to one of the shelves and carefully selected a bundle of thin, smooth rope. Then she noticed the other four demons, their eyes roaming up and down her naked body. Torina had trouble standing still, their eyes a sensual caress on her flesh - it made her legs feel weak and her breasts feel tight. Torina bit her lip with a grimace as she saw her nipples, stiffened and swollen, as if begging for attention. She didn't dare disobey the demon's command and use her hands to hide herself, and instead she stood there quivering, awaiting what fate they deemed to hoist upon her. She blushed when she heard the murmured comments from the demons, and she shook her head with tears in her eyes. "I'm a good girl . . . I'm not a sinner, I'm a good girl . . ." she murmured.

 

[Purifier]

Four pairs of evil eyes stayed on her, on her naked, bruised body as she stood there, waiting for the stocky demon to make his decision on the rope to bind her. Hearing her defensive murmurs, "I'm a good girl . . . I'm not a sinner, I'm a good girl . . .", one of the seated fiends, the handsome one, shook his head softly. “A good girl would stand in silence and accept her punishment.”, he spoke, an expression of mock disappointment curving his mouth.

Finally the rope had been picked, and her judge stepped towards her, the long string in his hand. With keen eyes, he examined her position, told her to move a few steps sideways, and then open her legs more. This done he moved away from the waiting young women again, not without admonishing her to stay silent and maintain her position or face additional punishment. With dignified slowness, he opened one of the cases that lined the walls and took a pulley from it. Then with skilled hands he created a simple but effective rope and pulley system. Satisfied with what he had done, the infernal fiend grinned smugly, looking almost human in doing so. If there wasn’t the horns, the tail and the reddish skin, one could have easily mistaken him for a human craftsman in this moment, a builder or carpenter pre-occupied with his work.

Been of small statue, the fiend needed a step to attach the pulley to a hook in the ceiling, right above her. Still standing on said step, he now cut off a piece of the rope, using now other tool but his sharp, abysmal claws. The rope now was used to firmly bind Torina’s wrists and upper arms together behind her head, the demon’s knots firm and secure. The other demons began to murmur and comment again, the female one pointing at her breasts, her nipples, saying something to the demon next to her in a low voice, which made the male burst out in a hellish chuckle.

Meanwhile the skilled hands of her roper had already moved to her hair, tying it into a firm pony tail. Soon Torina felt the arms of the demon behind her reach around her, towards her breasts, tying the end of the longer side of the rope around them, her flesh squeezed tight as the infernal judge pulled the silk rope to squeeze her breast with any mercy. Once done, her tormentor’s hands cupped her bruised mounds, and to the amusement of the spectators, gripped them in a rough squeeze, before letting go again.

“Remember to maintain your position, without sound or motion!” the tallest of demons, reminded the startled human firmly as soon as the fiend behind her suddenly groped her. “Unless you want to provoke additional punishment.” He demon looked at Torina with a gaze of unforgiving cruelty, then let his eyes wander about his colleagues ropework. “Hoist her up!” He spoke, and soon the stocky one reached for the other end of the rope, and now began to slowly pull, the sorceress feeling a painful tug first on the back of her head, then her breasts, as she was slowly lifted upwards, her weight only supported by her breasts and her hair.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina found it difficult to stand still, and her chest was heaving as she waited with trepidation for the demon to continue. She blushed when he instructed her to widen her legs, but she dared not give them a reason to punish her by refusing. Her nervousness increased when she saw him pull out a pulley of sorts, and then skillfully integrate it with the thin, silk-like rope. When he was done, he grinned at her, with an expression that spoke of unthinkable cruelties he was just waiting to spring on her. Torina let out a soft groan, but stifled it by biting her lip at a glare from the handsome demon.

She watched as the demon attached the pulled to the ceiling, before he began binding her wrists and forearms behind her head. when he was done, she didn't test the rope, but it felt secure. With her arms pulled back, her naked breasts presented themselves to the watching demons, and she blushed in shame as they openly discussed her body. The demon wielding the rope didn't even pause before moving on to her hair, pulling it back into a tight pony tail that made Torina gasp in pain, before tying up her hair with the silk rope. It dawned on Torina then that he really did intend to suspend her from the pulley by her hair, and her breasts. She wasn't sure that was even possible, but he seemed intent on trying.

"No, please!" she whispered, afraid to voice her protests too loudly, as he moved from her hair to her breasts, winding the soft rope firmly around her breasts and shoulders, looping it many times so that it created a criss-crossing binding on her tender lobes. When he was done, her chest felt terribly tight . . . and sensitive, and she looked down in dismay to see her beautiful breasts bulging out, her nipples stiffened and slightly purple in color. "Oh!" she gasped when the demon's rough hands reached around to cup and squeeze her now impossibly sensitive flesh. Her thighs clamped together of their own volition and her body responded beyond her control. "Please don't!" she moaned, squirming in his strong grip.

“Remember to maintain your position, without sound or motion!” said the tall demon in front of her, his eyes alive with enjoyment of her discomfort. “Unless you want to provoke additional punishment.”

Torina shook her head vigorously. She would be silent; she did not wish for more punishment. Then she whimpered helplessly as the stocky demon began to slowly pull on the rope. Her hair and breasts took all the weight, growing tight and painful as her feet slowly left the ground. The additional strain on her breasts made her nipples feel like bursting, and she was grateful the demon had stop touching her at least. She'd never felt so humiliated and uncomfortable, and she was ready to tell them anything they wanted to know. But what did they want to hear, the truth? Or would the truth just lead to more punishment? Torina wished suddenly for the hourglass of the previous test, then at least she knew when her torment would end.

 

[Purifier]

Having secured the rope that held her in her awkward, painful position, Torina’s tormentor, walked a few steps towards a cabinet. Behind her back he took something from there, then finally stepped in front of the young woman. “It seemed you quite enjoyed it when my hands squeezed your sinful breasts, oh vile temptress!” He snarled, a riding now in his strong hands.

The crop was coated in dark leather and it was firm, yet flexible as it became obvious when the demon’s hands bent it as he spoke to her. “Now let us see how those mounds of wicked seduction react to this crop. These breasts that have always been such a temptation to all men.” His small eyes looked up to Torina, as he added, “lets start with ten smacks”.

“That is a very gentle dictum”, spoke the female demon who was licking her long, slender finger as she watched, “I hope you are not becoming too lenient my friend…”. “This is but the beginning,” the blacksmith replied softly, then focused his gaze on Torina’s breasts. “I am sure your breasts love the attention they are getting”, he spoke, just before taking aim, and brought down the first swat upon her right breast, delivering a quite painful bite to Torina’s youthful flesh.

“Count the strokes, to make sure I don’t miss any”, the demon now ordered her, not waiting for long before he let the crop cut through the air again, and a second strike hit her tender skin, this time brought across her left breast, close to her swollen nipple without yet touching it. There was an evil glean in her tormentor’s eyes, a reddish glow that was getting a little stronger with each strike delivered upon the bound girl’s breasts. And it was not only the eyes that reacted with fiendish glee to poor Torina’s ordeal. The infernal fiend’s robe also began to lift at the loins, a bulge forming there, growing with each strike that was delivered.

“I think I already see the work of this little temptress”, the demonic female remarked, leaning over the desk a little to have a better view of what was going on. “Such pretense of innocence and yet such lascivious seduction…”, she spoke, then let her long, forked tongue flicker over her lip. Her eyes now studied the bound one’s facial expression. “I think you will have to go through a lot of punishment, to cleanse you form your great sins”, she spoke, her voice full of diabolic lust, so rich and vibrant with sadistic pleasure.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina squirmed slightly in her bonds, struggling to reconcile her situation. She watched anxiously as the demon went to the cabinet, and her eyes widened in fear when he returned with a riding crop.

"T-ten smacks?" she stammered. "No, please!" she pleaded when she realized he really intended to whip her breasts with the flexible leather device. She watched in horror as the female demon discussed her fate with obvious glee.

“This is but the beginning,” the blacksmith replied softly to the female's question, then focused his gaze on Torina’s breasts. “I am sure your breasts love the attention they are getting," he said. Then he brought down the crop, igniting a fire in her tight, swollen breast. Torina cried out in pain, and when he ordered her to count out the strokes of her own punishment, she felt tears forming in her eyes at his impossible cruelty. She saw his expression change, and she quickly obeyed.

"One," she whispered softly, then yelped as he struck her other breast. "T-two!" she gasped, her face burning at the shame of being forced to count out loud. The look of enjoyment on the demon's face was too much, so she lowered her gaze, and then gasped as she saw the bulge rising in the demon's robe. "Three!" cried Torina, her body shaking as the pain rippled through her. By now, she was anticipating each strike, which only made it worse, and she whimpered in misery.

“I think I already see the work of this little temptress”, the demonic female remarked, leaning over the desk a little to have a better view of what was going on. “Such pretense of innocence and yet such lascivious seduction…”,

Torina's eyes went wide and she looked at the female demon, who seemed to almost drooling with rapt excitement. She cried out as the next stroke came, and Torina moaned "Five" as she saw the female react with great satisfaction.

“I think you will have to go through a lot of punishment, to cleanse you form your great sins” said the female.

"No, please, I--I'm not a sinner!" she pleaded. "I don't need more punish--ahhh!" cried Torina as the demon struck her extra hard, perhaps for speaking out of turn. Then he struck her again, quickly before she could even count. "Seven, eight!" she choked, her chest heaving and the tears flowing down her cheeks. "I'm sorry for speaking, what do you want of me?" she said quickly before the demon could strike her. "Nine!" she gasped at the next stroke. Her breasts were on fire, and she was afraid to look at the condition of her poor nipples. Her mind felt cloudy, from the pain, and something else. Her thighs were clenched tightly, and she had an odd feeling of warmth down there.

"Ten!" Torina choked, sobbing as the pain lingered in her poor breasts. She glanced down to see them streaked with red, and her poor nipples had never looked so large and swollen. What had they done to her? "P-please, no more," she begged, dangling in the rope and unable to look the demons in the eye.

 

[Purifier]

“Look at her, just look at her!” the voice of the female demon sounded sharply through the room, “you can see she is so aroused”. There was a murmur of agreement by the other infernal judges, before a male voice agreed. “Oh yes she is, all turned on. Just look at those nipples!” The voice must have been that of the handsome fiend, sounding so similar to that of Torina’s lustful teacher at the sorcerer school. The crop was now brought to her nipples, this time not to lash Torina again, but to rub against them teasingly, then lift them up so the other demons could better see how swollen they are.

“And it is obvious not our poor little sobbing human only she is aroused…”, the female added, “just look at our colleague’s robe. It seems he’s got an extra horn!” The others chuckled now, until the powerful voice of the tallest and strongest one called them to silence.

“The guilt of our culprit is obvious. This teasing little minx may act all innocent and pure, but the effects of her subtle seduction on men are all to easy to notice.” He paused, then addressed Torina directly, “open your eyes, girl, and see what you have done!” The demon’s voice was strict and full of authority as he spoke. The sorcerer’s now was lowered, so that her toes now barely reached the floor, and she was able to at least somewhat ease the painful pull of the rope on her hair and her poor abused breasts.

With a firm grip on her chin, the infernal judge in front of her guided down her gaze towards the monstrous erection that was bulging his robe so bizarrely. “Look at this! This is your work! Do you still claim you are innocent?” he asked her, his voice rich with arousal, his breath so hot as he looked up to her. The tip of his hugeness touching her thigh lightly, brushing against it more as he moved closer, his short, strong hands now reaching for her breasts, to trace the welts the crop has produced upon them.

“We should inspect her too”, the female demon now suggested. “I bet the little slut is drippingly wet between her sinful thighs.” Slowly, she rose from her seat, long legs walking gracefully towards the suspended sorceress. There was a slit along the side of the demonic female’s robe, revealing her legs as she walked, revealing her leg up to her thigh as she moved. Reaching Torina, the demoness’ hands reached for her thighs, one hand with its long slender fingers and its long sharp nails squeezing between he bound girl’s legs, while the other hand firmly slapped the outer side of her left thigh. “Open up, silly girl, and let me find out how moist you are. Don’t try to keep us from discovering the obvious. It’s inevitable, my dear.” Even though Torina was suspended from the ceiling and standing on tiptoes, the infernal one was taller than her, looking down at her with a mixture of contempt, amusement and lust sparking in her eyes.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina was horrified to hear the demons, starting with the female, discussing her body's arousal. "Oh!" she cried out, when the demon began to softly rub the riding crop against her swollen nipples, lifting them to show the others. All the pain from the whipping only seemed to make her need more intense.

“And it is obvious not our poor little sobbing human only she is aroused…”, the female added, “just look at our colleague’s robe. It seems he’s got an extra horn!”

Torina couldn't stop herself from glancing at the demon's hardness, and she squirmed in her bonds at the thought of what he might do with that weapon between his legs. Then she cringed when the tall demon's commanding voice brought them all to silence.

“The guilt of our culprit is obvious. This teasing little minx may act all innocent and pure, but the effects of her subtle seduction on men are all to easy to notice.”

Torina was shaking her head vehemently. "No! It's not my fault!" she protested. "I never intended to seduce anyone!"

The demon lowered her a bit, so that her toes touched the floor, easing the strain on her breasts and hair. He paused, then addressed Torina directly, “open your eyes, girl, and see what you have done!” Then he took her by the chin, angling her head down.

“Look at this! This is your work! Do you still claim you are innocent?” he asked. Torina groaned at the sight of his enormous cock poking against his robe. Her body, teased and abused, brought near to climax repeatedly, flared high at the sight of all the erections, and she shuddered when he caressed her painfully swollen breasts with his hands.

"No, please, it's not true," she murmured softly, continuing to protest her innocence.

“We should inspect her too”, the female demon now suggested. “I bet the little slut is drippingly wet between her sinful thighs.”

"W-what?" gasped Torina, mortified to see the female demon stand and approach her.

“Open up, silly girl, and let me find out how moist you are. Don’t try to keep us from discovering the obvious. It’s inevitable, my dear.” The female demon's hands were on her thighs then, and Torina jumped when she slapped her thigh, demanding she shame herself by spreading her legs for a crude inspection. To her dismay, her body reacted to the female's exploring hands as wantonly as if she were a male.

"Please, you don't . . . need to check me there," she whimpered softly, "I . . . assure you, I'm not a slut!" Yet she widened her thighs obediently, too intimidated by the demonic group to disobey. Torina felt warm and tingly down there, and she prayed it was only the heat of the room, and not her own body betraying her.

 

[Purifier]

The female demon grinned sadistically as she heard the young woman beg in despair:
"Please, you don't . . . need to check me there, I . . . assure you, I'm not a slut!"
She shook her head at her victims pleading, “if it is true you are not a slut, why do you act like you have something to hide?” The tormentress merciless eyes turned to the stocky male: “Hold her open”, she ordered him, and soon strong infernal hands roughly spread open Torina’s thighs.

“Now lets see, how wet and lustful this little bitch is”, the cruel woman remarked, as she slowly ran her fingertips over the human’s tingling fleshes, then suddenly drove one of her slim fingers slowly inside Torina’s feminine folds. Even though the unnatural long demonic nails were sharp and deadly like razors, she moved her finger in gently and skilfully enough not to injure the sensitive flesh. Yet it was obvious that even one twitch of Torina’s body could result in a vicious cut deep inside her.

While the index finger was driven into Torina, the demoness rubbed her thumb against the girl’s glistening pearl. “Oh so aroused she is”, the vicious female reported, her voice full of lust, and yet still mockingly. “Such a moist little tramp we have here.” Her thumb now pressed harder against the sorceress’ clitoris, “dripping like a wanton whore”, the evil woman added, her voice now almost a moan.

Torina could feel something hard press against her thigh while the demonic female fondled her most private parts, something covered in soft cloth, yet very firm and solid – the stocky judge’s ever growing erection under his robe. The more the female worked on Torina’s pussy, the harder he pushed against her thigh, and the wider his ruthless hands spread her legs.

“Look what this vile little strumpet is doing to our respected colleagues!” the gaunt demon, who had silently watched through most of the bizarre trial suddenly remarked in his unnatural, hissing voice. “She is tempting them both with her sinfulness!” As if awoken from a trance both the demons he was talking about, now paused in what they were doing. Both had begun to utter the most feral groans as they rubbed finger or crotch against Torina’s bound body. Both now both the stocky one and the female became quiet and still, as if caught in the act by their colleague.

It was the female to first raise her voice again, “yes this little temptress is strong in her wickedness. Even I find it hard to resist her”, her forked tongue shot out as swiftly as an attacking snake, licking first over the human’s abused breast, then up to her cheek. “And”, he finger now moved up the bound one’s moist tunnel a bit further, so far that the tip of her fingernail barely touched the young woman’s cervix, “she has been successful in her wicked work before. The slut no longer is a virgin!”

 

[Tanuki]

Torina moaned in dismay as the female demon ordered her cohort to spread her thighs, which he did, his rough hands pressing inside her knees and opening her wide for the female's appraisal.

“Now lets see, how wet and lustful this little bitch is,” purred the female.

"No, please!" whimpered Torina, as the demon tickled her with her long, slender fingers. "Oh!" she cried, as the female suddenly delved a long finger inside her trembling crevice. Torina held deathly still, fearful of the blade-like fingernail she saw disappear inside her delicate folds. She tried to brace herself for unimaginable pain, but the female demonstrated remarkable skill, delving deep without so much as pricking Torina's insides.

The young sorceress moaned in shame at the wet sound of her pussy wetly accepting the long finger, and she jumped when the female's thumb began to rub against her.

"P-please, don't!" she gasped, her body arching as the thumb moved in slow, maddening circles on her hyper sensitive bud, causing her inner walls to grasp the female's finger with involuntary clenches, while her bound engorged breasts swayed with her bound torso. Torina tried to will her body to be still, so fearful was she of the razor-sharp fingernail inside her.

Suddenly she jumped, as something hot and hard moved against her thigh. "Oh gods," she cried softly as the male demon spread her even wider, pushing his hardness against her as the female continued to drive her mad with her skillful fingers. The thought of his maleness so close to her overflowing furnace made her moan in the most shameful manner.

“Look what this vile little strumpet is doing to our respected colleagues!” spoke the gaunt-looking demon, his voice a snake-like hiss. “She is tempting them both with her sinfulness!”

His words seemed to still the demons who tormented her, as if they were somehow ashamed of themselves.

Finally the female spoke, her forked tongue flicking out to tickle Torina's breast and caress her cheek.
“Yes this little temptress is strong in her wickedness. Even I find it hard to resist her. And she has been successful in her wicked work before. The slut no longer is a virgin!”

Torina whimpered softly as the female touched her deeply and intimately. She shook her head. "It's not my fault . . . I-I didn't try to s-seduce him . . ." How could she be punished now, for simply failing to put up a strong enough fight against her trusted instructor? He had touched her in a similar manner, she remembered, her body responding at the pleasant memory. He too had used his skilled fingers on her, his lips and tongue. How could she have resisted?

"Please," she begged. "I . . . am no longer a virgin, my instructor saw to that, but I am innocent of adultery, I assure you!"

 

[Purifier]

There was a hissing, a growling among the demons as Torina tried to defend herself, her innocence, desperately. Forked tongues wiggled obscenely, evil eyes burned with hellish lust. Oh so thin was the layer of respectability now that kept the demonic judges within the bounds of their sadistic, yet pseudo-respectable behaviour. The more aroused they became, the harder it seemed for them to keep following the due process of their twisted court.

“No longer a virgin?” the stocky demon groaned as his shaft rubbed indecently against Torina’s inner thigh. “It seems you are nothing but a dirty little whore, full of wicked, uncontrollable lust.” His rough hands had gripped the accused’s stomach now, pulling her towards himself, towards his throbbing manhood.

The demoness’ wicked tongue lashed against the bound woman’s breast, rubbing roughly against her nipple, while her finger quivered in the sorceress’ most intimate spot, the sharp nail lightly scraping the most vulnerable flesh. Would the vile tormentor lose control and dig brutally into the vulnerable flesh in her heinous pleasure?

She might have lost it, might have torn open the poor helpless young woman. But a thundering voice stopped her. “Tie her legs open, bring the flogger and the weights!” The tallest, strongest of the demons had risen from his chair, slamming his hammer to the desk as he spoke. “This trial is far from over! Her punishment and interrogation must continue.” The demonic tormentress had stopped in her dangerous action as she heard the voice of the presiding judge, heard his hammer fall down on the desk. Her face now turned towards him, she nodded her assent. Quickly her finger was withdrawn from Torina’s velvet fold. Obscenely her forked tongue liked up the one little drop of blood she had drawn.

Meanwhile her male colleague had already gripped one of Torina’s legs by the ankle, guiding it towards an iron loop in the floor. As he held her in position, his vulgar tongue danced against her thighs, following the bruises the demons in the previous room had left upon her flesh. His female counterpart now squatted down beside the loop for a moment, tying a rope around Torina’s ankle, then tying it to the loop. When she was done, both demons went to the young woman’s other leg, stretching it out to the other side in a similar manner, just that it now was the woman that held the leg, and the infernal male that tied it to the loop.

When they were done, Torina’s legs were stretched open painfully wide, and her toes were barely no longer able to touch the ground, missing it by less than an inch. Again it was just her breast and her hair by holding her body’s weight, but now it was even worse, with the ropes on her ankles pulling down on her, stretching her body. “Yes lets continue now”, he woman whispered with a wicked smile on her evil face. She positioned herself behind Torina, while the other demon reached for the flogger, a whip made of long black leather strands, leather that seemed heavy, yet flexible as he tested the flogger in his hands.

“So tell us, how did you tempt your instructor,” the female interrogator wanted to know, the tip of her forked tongue touching the accused’s earlobe as she spoke. Her fingers began to play with the bound woman’s nipples, rubbing, then suddenly twisting them. Even before Torina could say anything, the other fiend swung the flogger, aiming at her inner thigh, some of the leather blades touching her most tender fleshes, as he struck her.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina protested with a soft cry as the stocky demon pulled her back against his throbbing shaft, which pressed so close to the wet furnace of her womanhood. She found it nearly impossible to hold still, made worse by the female demon's tongue that tickled her breasts, and the finger she held deep inside her. Her hips jerked with each gentle twitch of that finger, despite Torina's best efforts to keep her body rigid - for fear of the demon's dagger-sharp fingernail.

Suddenly the tall demon's voice thundered across the room. "Tie her legs open, bring the flogger and the weights! This trial is far from over! Her punishment and interrogation must continue."

Torina moaned as the female suddenly removed her finger, slick with her own juices, and a tinge of blood, which the demon licked slowly and suggestively. It's sudden absence left her body aching with desire. One of the male demons had taken her ankle and was holding it in place, while his tongue flicked out to tickle Torina's thighs. She whimpered as she watched the female help him tie first one, then the other ankle to metal loops that left her spread wide and vulnerable. The pain in her breasts and hair increased, for her feet were held just above the floor.
"Yes, let's continue now," said the female demon from behind her.

"No, please, you can't!" she begged, seeing the male wielding the wicked-looking flogger and testing it with a cruel grin.

"So tell us, how did you tempt your instructor?" said the female softly in Torina's ear.

"W-what?" she exclaimed, crying out softly as the female's slender fingers came to her breasts, to rub and twist her nipples. Her hips jerked reflexively at the pleasurable sensation, and then just as suddenly, the male flung his whip against her inner thighs. Torina screamed at the unimaginable pain, though it quickly dissipated, leaving a lingering aching need as she hung panting and spread wide.

"No, please!" she cried as the male moved to strike her again. The second strike was even worse than the first, and it left Torina sobbing softly, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. The demons looked at her, clearly expecting some sort of confession, but what would they do if they thought she had indeed seduced her instructor? The demon raised his arm to strike again, and Torina quickly blurted out. "Wait, don't, I--I will tell you!" The demon paused, his arm still upraised as they all looked expectantly at her.

Torina had simply wanted to stall the flogging, and her mind worked quickly to think of what to say. She didn't want to incriminate herself, but she knew protesting her innocence wasn't moving them in the least.

"I . . . I tried hard to be chaste, I dressed modestly, followed all the rules--wait!" she protested, seeing the demon moving to strike her. "Wait--alright--I may have . . . smiled at him on occasion--and once . . . or twice . . . I might have forgotten to bind my breasts under my robe." The demon paused, as if deciding on the validity or veracity of her words. Torina held her breath, hoping her confession was sufficient, for she certainly did not want to say more than she'd already divulged.

 

[Purifier]

“So you did forget to bind your breasts?” the female demon whispered into Torina’s ear, her voice a menacing hiss, the tip of her forked tongue tickling the bound girl’s earlobe. “So you smiled seductively at your instructor”, the demoness’ hands now groped the sorceress’ breasts shamelessly, “while you wiggled those voluptuous breasts at him.” Her grip became tighter, more forceful and rough, fingernails digging into tender flesh. “I can only imagine what you did to that poor, righteous man, how you lead a virtuous man down on the path of sin and lust.” Her voice sounded so lewd now, even despite her feigned indignation, her demonic tongue wiggling along the curves of Torina’s earlobe.

“Just look what you do to my colleague, with your vile and shameless tempting, you wicked minx”, she added, the stocky demon’s erection still stretching his robe, pointing forward like a rigid spear. At her words, the demon swung the flogger again, this time letting the leather bite into Torina’s youthful fleshes firmly, whipping her right upon her most sensitive spot, not just once but twice in a row.

Meanwhile, the handsome demon, who looked so disturbingly similar to her instructor had watched the scene with intense interest, his dark, mysterious eyes focussed on the bare body of the young woman, his gaze burning with an infernal, unholy hunger not found in any human being. Now he slowly rose to his feet walking towards the scene of torment in a slow, leisurely pace. “I think you should put the weights on her sinful breasts, to make her feel the weight of her own guilt,” he suggested, addressing the female fiend. The woman let go of Torina’s breasts at his words. But they only were spared for a moment to allow her to apply even more sadistic torment to them. Soon the young woman felt the touch of cold steel against her firm nipples, clamps rubbing against the sensitive flesh. A flick of the demoness’ fingers opened them wide, revealing the wicked metal teeth.

Slowly the opened clamps engulfed the nipples. Then equally slowly their closed, gripping the young flesh so impossibly firmly, so impossibly painfully, the spikes digging deeply into the flesh thy held. They were not very sharp, but the pressure of the tight clamps pressed them deeply into the engulfed flesh. Things were about to get even worse though. As soon as the two clamps were securely fastened on Torina’ nipples, the cruel fiend attached a weight on each, increasing the pain in her victim’s breasts even more. Each weight was a solid ball of lead about the size of a lime.

“How often did you let him consume your young sinful, body. How often did you seduce him?” the tormentress whispered into Torina’s ear as the handsome demon approached, her voice full of sadistic glee as she reveled in her victim’s agony. “Tell us all about it, leave nothing out or the punishment will be even more severe”. To make her point even more clearly, the stocky demon swung the flogger twice again, the leather biting into the young woman’s tender lips with such merciless cruelty.

 

[Tanuki]

Torina instantly regretted her confession. Everything she did or said seemed to lead toward more degrading abuse from her captors.

She shook her head, tears flowing as the female demon recited her seduction of her instructor. She wouldn't tell them any more, she decided.

“Just look what you do to my colleague, with your vile and shameless tempting, you wicked minx," said the demon, pointing toward her male cohort's still raging erection. Then Torina screamed as she was struck between the thighs, the fire in her tender flesh so intense she wanted to faint. When the demon struck her again, in the same spot, she heard a pitiful tortured scream echoing off the chamber walls, only later realizing it was her own voice.

Torina hung whimpering in her bonds, murmuring soft pleas for mercy. She noticed warily as the handsome demon, who'd been observing passively, suddenly stood and began padding slowly toward her. As he neared, Torina found it remarkably how much he looked like her instructor, as if the human she'd known so well had morphed into a demon. The handsome, self-assured expression, the muscular, toned body, all so familiar. Her own flesh seemed to respond to their remembered closeness, causing her to blush, but she was unable to tear her eyes from the handsome demon.

“I think you should put the weights on her sinful breasts, to make her feel the weight of her own guilt,” said the familiar demon. His arrogant, knowing voice seemed so familiar as well, and she was reminded of her shock on discovering her instructor's perverted nature once behind closed doors.

Torina gasped in surprise, looking down to see the female's clawed fingers applying some sort of tiny clamps to her engorged nipples. "Oh no!" she murmured, seeing the tiny teeth on the jaws of the clamp, as if the demon were holding tiny predatory fish. As the teeth sunk into her sensitive nubs, Torina cried out in pain, struggling helplessly to escape as first one, then the other of her nipples were cruelly captured. When the demon let go of the clamps, the pain subsided slightly to a dull torturous fire. The demon wasn't done however, for next she attached a lead weight to each clamp. The fire in her nipples returned to a roar as her poor flesh was stretched, and she screamed, trying to lean forward as much as her bindings allowed, in a vain attempt to alleviate the pain. "Oh god, please, t-take them off!" she cried, looking from one demon to the other, and seeing only cruel amused expressions. The weights pulled her breasts downward such that she feared permanent damage to her lovely lobes.

“How often did you let him consume your young sinful, body. How often did you seduce him?” whispered the female in her ear. Torina could barely hear, over the sound of her own desperate, gasping breath. “Tell us all about it, leave nothing out or the punishment will be even more severe,” she added. Then Torina screamed as the stocky demon whipped her again. All thoughts of deception or resistance were smashed in a torrent of fire, leaving her weeping and panting, the words tumbling over themselves. She would tell them everything, anything, just in hopes of making them stop.

"I'll tell you!" she choked, "anything, just p-please, don't w--whip me," she blubbered, the words coming quickly in fear they might grow impatient and strike her again. "It . . . it was a day I'd forgotten my . . . my chest bindings . . . and um . . . I was late for my training session with him . . . s-so . . . mm . . . I didn't have time to put my hair in a bun. When I arrived, he--he seemed angry--he t-told me to stand on the disciplining platform . . . then he cast a spell--one I'd never seen, or knew existed. T-these thin, white magical ropes come down from the ceiling--t-they grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head! More came to my ankles and my knees, they--they went inside my robes to pull them apart. I was terrified . . . he said if I screamed for help he would silence me--so I kept silent. He walked in circles around me, telling me how I was undisciplined . . . improper . . . how he thought females like me should be . . . concubines, not sorcerers! He was going to expel me from school! I . . . I begged him not too--told him I would be good, I would learn discipline, I told him how the school was everything to me, I would do anything to stay . . ."

"I . . . I guess he . . . decided to discipline me . . . by taking my virginity," she murmured, thinking back to that day. "He came to me then, kissing me . . . touching me everywhere through my robes. When he found my breasts were unbound, he grew angry, s-slapping my breasts, pinching them, squeezing them!" Torina paused, the memories combining with her body's state to make her flushed with heat. "Then he tore off my robes . . . I couldn't stop him, my arms and legs were bound by his spell!" Her eyes went wide. "It wasn't my fault! He--he took me--there in the classroom . . . then more . . . in his chambers . . . each night, for three nights . . . I couldn't stop him . . . he used his magic ropes each time, he said . . . it turned me on, which wasn't true! It continued until someone heard us . . ." Torina's shoulders sank. That had led to her expulsion, as her instructor had blamed her, and the all-male council had agreed with him.

 

[Purifier]

The young woman’s pain and despair seemed to bring great arousal to the demons that surrounded her. The unholy fire in their inhuman eyes burned brighter with each word of her confession, with each plea for mercy she uttered. Forked tongues licked demonic lips, robes stretched by infernal erections growing even more rigid. “So you say you are all innocent? The victim of a wicked male’s lust?” The demonic tormentress whispered her questions into the bound female’s ear, her voice rich with mock sympathy. Her forked tongue wiggled slowly along Torina’s earlobe, then suddenly stopped as the demoness hissed, “I’d say you are wrong!”

The handsome male demon now stood right in front of Torina, his hands catching the lime-sized weights. For a moment he held them in his palms, easing relieving the young woman’s nipples from the cruel force of gravity. But then as the female demon hissed her accusation in the sorceress’ ear, the male, tugged on the weights, almost firm enough to tear them off her nipples, but just almost. The weights now dangled from her nipples again freely, stretching her breasts so viciously.

“So you stepped before this man, this honorable, respected scholar of magic, looking like a slut”, the female hissed. “With your hair all wild and open,” her clawed fingers reached for the back of Torina’s head, tugging on her hair as she was dangling from the ceiling, “with your breasts unbound, jiggling like ripe fruits yearning to be devoured”, her other hand now started to cruelly fondle the other woman’s breasts, while the handsome demon placed his hands under them lifting them up. “You stood before this venerable man, this noble savant, looking like a wanton slut, a lustful harlot. And yet instead of casting you out into the streets, where you belonged, letting the world know your shame, he took it upon him to discipline you, to teach you your place!”

The wicked male had been looking into Torina’s eyes as the woman spoke, his dark, infernal eyes studying the young sorceress expression. But at these damning words he let go of his victim’s breasts and slapped Torina’s face, first with his left hand, then quickly again with his right.

“I am very sure he gave you just what you deserved. And you little liar, claim you didn’t like it?” The female laughed out loudly. Still standing so close to her, his eyes never leaving hers, the man now slid one hand down between Torina’s thighs, pushing a finger into her roughly. “She lies”, he said, his clawed finger moving back and forth inside the woman’s velvet folds. “She is so wet, deep inside she is getting so turned by this, deep inside she knows how much she deserves this!” His other hand now gripped the young adventurer’s chin, while he slipped a second finger into her down below. “You are yearning for even more, aren’t you?” The unholy passion burned in his eyes as he added. “You are never satisfied, you little strumpet. Wasn’t it your vulgar moans, your lustful cries that caused you and your instructor to get discovered, that caused this honorable man to get into so much trouble, that tarnished his reputation?” Each word the demon spoke was an accusation sharp as the lash of a whip. His grip on her chin tightened as he spoke.

“You cannot deny what you are, Torina!”

 

[Tanuki]

“So you say you are all innocent? The victim of a wicked male’s lust? I’d say you are wrong!” the female demon spoke in her ear.

“Oh no!” pleaded Torina, tears now staining her flushed cheeks. Then she screamed when her nipples felt a lick of fire as the handsome demon pulled the lead balls away from her chest. She looked down to see the balls swaying in the air, stretching her poor nipples in obscene fashion. She was sobbing now, from the pain in her nipples, her bound breasts and her hair. Yet through the pain, a searing pleasurable heat shined through, causing her thighs to twitch on their own accord in the most humiliating way. “Please stop, please!” she pleaded, her voice choked.

“You stepped before this man, this honorable, respected scholar of magic, looking like a slut”, the female hissed.

Torina shook her head, “No!”

“With your hair all wild and open,” continued the demon, her clawed fingers tugging on Torina’s black hair as she was dangling from the ceiling, “with your breasts unbound, jiggling like ripe fruits yearning to be devoured.” Torina moaned when the demon’s hands came to her bound breasts, fondling and teasing her swollen, sensitive flesh in a way that made her entire body spasm.

She looked up to see the handsome male demon’s hands cupping her full breasts, lifting them up, which put even greater pressure on her pinched nipples.

The female demon continued speaking, “You stood before this venerable man, this noble savant, looking like a wanton slut, a lustful harlot. And yet instead of casting you out into the streets, where you belonged, letting the world know your shame, he took it upon him to discipline you, to teach you your place!”

Torina shook her head, her eyes transfixed by the male demon, who reminded her so much of her beloved instructor. He wasn't noble or venerable, was he? Hadn't he seduced her? Or was she confused. Then she cried out in shock as the demon slapped her face, one way and then the other. Even the demon’s slapped felt just like she remembered, a feeling she’d never forget. “You’re just a slut who deserves to be slapped,” he’d said to her.

She looked up sharply at the demon. Had he said the words, or had she imagined them? “Please, I’m not a slut!” she pleaded, softly.

If the female demon heard her, she made no sign, but she was still lecturing her. “I am very sure he gave you just what you deserved. And you little liar, claim you didn’t like it?” laughed the demon.

Torina heard the words, but her eyes were locked on the male demon’s, and then her mouth fell open in a gasp, as she felt a warm, thick finger slide into her pussy, with a faint sound of wetness that she might have imagined.

“Oh god!” moaned Torina, her eyes closing in shame as the male demon’s finger began to move inside her wet folds. Her thighs clenched tightly on the demon’s hands as her hips spasmed with pleasure. She whimpered, biting her lip at the intense pleasure, stronger than she’d ever experienced with her instructor.

“She lies”, said the male demon, his finger exploring and delving deeply inside the squirming Torina. “She is so wet, deep inside she is getting so turned by this, deep inside she knows how much she deserves this!”

His other hand came to Torina’s chin, and she let out a soft, surprised cry, wide eyed when she felt a second finger slip inside her. “You are yearning for even more, aren’t you?” said the male demon, his eyes burning into her. With two fingers inside her, Torina felt a sensation of being filled that enflamed her need, and she arched her back, a deep, uncontrolled moan slipping past her tightly closed lips. She bit her lip, desperate to keep silent, but each movement of the demon’s fingers forced tiny cries and moans past her lips, as her thighs twitched and jerked helplessly.

The demon looked at her, knowingly. “You are never satisfied, you little strumpet. Wasn’t it your vulgar moans, your lustful cries that caused you and your instructor to get discovered, that caused this honorable man to get into so much trouble, that tarnished his reputation?”

Torina’s eyes went wide in shock. How could he know that? How could he know that her cries of pleasure had attracted the attention of a fellow instructor on a late night stroll?

Each word the demon spoke was an accusation sharp as the lash of a whip. His grip on her chin tightened as he spoke.

“You cannot deny what you are, Torina!”

Her confession spilled out when his fingers curled up inside her, touching a spot that sparked a jolt of pleasure.

“Y-yes, Demon-sir!” she blurted, words spilling out as she panted for air. “My . . . voice . . . caused us to be discovered . . . I’m so sorry . . . I couldn’t stop it . . . I tried to be quiet, I did! It was my fault . . . oh god . . .”

Her instructor had called her a slut, was that all she was? Other girls could be quiet when lovemaking, why couldn’t she?