Title: A Tree of Worlds: Alecindra's Sin

Summary: In Alecindra's custom-made hell world, hundreds of naked
child sex slaves must suffer a cruel fate. Melchias and the rest
of the Triumphirate come to visit for business and orgies.

Keywords: Mg, Fg, Fb, Mbb, ped, md, fd, fantasy, va, sad, tor,
nc, slavery, magic, extreme

Author: Bernd Lauert
Email: Doesn't work anymore.

Disclaimer: This is pornographic fiction. All characters and
events are imaginary. It contains child slavery, rape and
torture. The scenes in this part are unusually extreme and should
only be read by people who are prepared to read about a hell
world.





This is part 2 out of 4 in the Tree of Worlds series. All the
parts are named world_tree_1 through world_tree_4 and can be
found (once I finish and upload them) here:

asstr.org/files/Authors/Bernd_Lauert/

The Tree of Worlds series has long fantasy parts without much
sex. For quick orientation, each segment is rated according to
sexual content. The more + they have above them, the more
explicitly sexual they are. The more -, the less. The most sexual
or perverted scenes can usually be enjoyed out of context, so
consider searching for +++ and perhaps ++- if you want only that.


=== Alecindra's Sin ===


+--

Alecindra returned to her own world, created many millenia ago
and now tethered directly to Melchias' Tower. She had named it
The Sin.

The Sin was one of the most hellish worlds in the Gandrenas
Chain, maybe even the whole Rethorian. Luckily, it wasn't very
big. It was inhabitated by roughly 700 people, including about
500 child sex slaves who spent almost all of their time in some
form of suffering or another. They weren't allowed to even die,
let alone leave.

The rest were caretakers, older slaves and devoted voluntary
servants. Some of them were in it for the benefits of Alecindra's
association, some genuinely worshipped the ground she was walking
on. Many were sadists, some just liked the pay. One important
task was frequent rape and torture of the young slaves. Alecindra
had no time to abuse all of them personally, but she still wanted
each and every sex slave to be raped daily.

There were many people who despised Alecindra for her villany,
and often Melchias by association. But there weren't any powerful
ones who really cared enough to spend the raw amount of energy it
would take to invade The Sin and free the slaves. It was the
nature of the World Tree that attacking worlds was much more
expensive than defending them. The reach of the law was thus most
often limited to individual worlds or short Dependency Chains.

Alecindra was also too useful to too many powerful people.
Trillions of people used her magical templates, in one form or
another. Many owed her a more direct debt as well. Plenty of them
actually adored Alecindra, including more than one local ruler.

The Sin was located in a Dependency Chain of a few hundred
violent worlds where the trade in slaves was mostly legal and
flourishing. In the hubs here, large numbers of slave children
could be bought as legal property to be trafficked onward. Some
of them were kidnapped from other worlds, some confiscated by
conquering armies or autocratic rulers, some betrayed and sold by
their own parents, but mostly they were just bred in pens like
cattle.

Since most people here owned their own sex slave or two, assuming
they weren't enslaved themselves, barely anyone cared about
Alecindra's business. Not one tear was shed for the naked
children who were whipped onward shamelessly in public, in heavy
chains, and sent through the portals into her hell world.

Everybody knew their cruel fate of daily rape and torture in the
possession of the god-like girl mage, followed by a painful death
years later. It was no secret. People of import even visited The
Sin sometimes and took part in sadistic orgies. If someone
condemned it at all, then only to look moral without doing
anything about it.

Still, Alecindra hated energy waste, and slave lives cost upkeep.
Plus, de-aging them was very expensive, so the entire stock had
to be rotated in and out. She could delegate such management to
other slaves and servants, but it still required enough of her
attention that she became bored when her small army of kiddie
rape meat became too large.

3000 years ago, she had thousands of preteen torture slaves in
her possession, just for the idea of debasing them and making
them all suffer in her name. Technically, she could afford
millions. But it had been a waste of energy, and ultimately
boring. If you couldn't get around to raping and tormenting every
cute little pain slut in person at least once a year, it
defeated the purpose of their existence.

Melchias didn't approve of her mass torture hobby either. He was
extremely tolerant of other people's evil, in fact almost took
pride in his amoralism. It gave him an air of being above such
matters, above concepts like justice or kindness. But it was
still smart not to do the exact opposite of what he preferred all
the time. His alliance was too valuable for that. Melchias was
himself a sadistic pedophile, but he looked down on actual
slavery and rape, even though he tolerated them.

So over the millennia, Alecindra had downsized her population of
child sex slaves from several thousand to 500 victims or less at
a time. Melchias had only acknowledged it with mild euphemisms,
but Alecindra knew he preferred the lower number. And the saved
magical energy could be grown exponentially in rituals and
artifacts, to make her even more powerful in the future.

None of this was any consolation to her latest additions though.
Those children unlucky enough to end up in The Sin quickly
regretted they were ever born, if they weren't already regretting
it.

But such regret didn't help them one bit. There was nothing they
could do to avoid the severe suffering Alecindra wanted them to
experience. Their only choice was to endure it, and hope for
their eventual death. Even perfect subservience and acceptance
didn't help much; the most obedient kiddie slaves were tortured
almost as much as the most defiant ones, sometimes actually more.

This fate was shared by all of her slaves, including the
golden-eyed ones that the Triumphirate had freed from the
slavers. Their initial joy at the slavers' defeat by the unlikely
trio had quickly vanished when they weren't let go like the
others. And the five girls and two boys who ended up in
Alecindra's Sin soon desperately wished they were back in the
cages and chains of the slavers' camp, or dead on that
battlefield. But to their great bad luck, they were neither.

The fear and horror set in long before they were raped and
tortured themselves. The Sin looked like a wound in reality, a
downward-sloping mountain construct of metal buildings and plazas
made of stone. Most of the outside was drenched in the
blood-colored light of an artificial sun, a sickly red sphere
whose rays both burned the skin and made everything look harsh
and unforgiving.

All the edges and materials in The Sin were hard and sharp. There
was no softness, no kindness here. All the stone plazas
prominently showed torture and bondage devices, or small cages,
and most were inhabited by naked children in distress. Not
voluntarily of course.

There was never any silence on the outside of The Sin. The air
was always filled with screams. Barely any minute passed here
when no child slave screamed in pain or horror. Loud fucking
sounds and sexual moaning were also constantly heard here, as
there was never a time when no children were being raped
somewhere on that metal mountain.

The insides of the metal buildings weren't much better. They were
shielded from the burning heat of the Blood Sun, but many of the
interior rooms had their own heat and red glow, often from fire
that was used to heat torture devices made of metal. Many others
were pitch black, and the children had to spent their days naked
in complete darkness, always unsure what horrors it held and what
agony they would be forced to feel next. They were utterly
helpless and vulnerable, could never feel safe, which of course
was the whole point.

Alecindra's Sin was imbued with a similar healing magic as
Melchias' Tower. But what was a blessing for his servants there
actually worked against the captive children here. It meant that
not even injuries that would usually have been deadly could grant
them the sweet release of death.

They survived much more torture than a kid their age could in
normal circumstances. While torture victims in other worlds often
died after a while from infections and slow organ failures, the
victims in The Sin were restored to good health rather quickly,
even after the most invasive torments. This of course only meant
more suffering for the unlucky little lolis and shotas who wound
up here.

Suicide attempts were common, successful suicides not so much.
Alecindra severely punished those kids who tried, and failed, to
die without her permission. They received an even worse regime of
extreme tortures than all the other ones. In the sadistic
immortal's eyes, a sex slave trying to die was an attempt at
destroying one of her playthings. In The Sin, such transgressions
against the mistress' glory were met with unforgiving brutality.

+++

After her feast with Melchias and the rest of the Triumphirate,
the girl mage travelled through her direct tether back to The
Sin. She appeared from the portal on a large stone plaza with
metal spikes directly under the Blood Sun. It was one of the
central places of the mountain.

Four cages surrounded the portal, suspended in the air from large
metal poles. In each of them, a naked child suffered from hunger,
thirst and heat. The cages were not wide enough for them to sit
or lay down, so they had to stand for hours and days in
exhaustion.

All four of them were golden-eyed girls from Alecindra's latest
addition. They had already spent a full day in those damned
things, and all of them sobbed in terrified desperation. Their
sexy little fuckslits and naked chests were nicely visible to
anyone using the portal, a beautiful decoration indeed. But shame
and aesthetics were the least of their worries.

Alecindra enjoyed their view only in casual passing. Their
suffering pleased her, but it was more the idea of it than its
thorough observation. It was enough to pass them by with a
glancing look, knowing that they had already suffered a full day
without even being worthy of closer attention from their mistress
in whose name they suffered, let alone mercy.

She also ignored all the screams and the inevitable begging all
around her. Rape sounds could be heard from other parts of the
plaza, her servants were busy delivering the sexual parts of the
torment regime to every single kid over the course of each day.
Most of them were sadistic, hulking adult men who enjoyed this
duty a great deal, and thus fulfilled it with appropriate
motivation.

Sharp metal spikes decorated most of the place, except for the
main path from the portal to her primary palace. A few slave boys
and girls were in various forms of bondage on top of the spikes.
This forced them to support unnatural exhausting poses with their
muscle strength, in order to avoid the spikes.

They could give up and just rest large parts of their weight on
some of the tiny spikes, but this caused extreme agony, as the
sharp metal spikes were pushed deep into their tender flesh with
the slightest bit of pressure. Unfortunately for them, these
injuries were severely painful but not sufficient to kill them.

These children usually endured as long as they could without
piercing themselves. But the bondage torture always lasted for so
long that all of them eventually were forced to give in out of
sheer exhaustion. Then they had to rest themselves down on the
spikes, allowing their own little bodies to be stabbed and
pierced knowingly. They sobbed and cried frantically, screamed
and begged for release, but they couldn't avoid the inevitable.
This anticipation and the futility of trying to avoid the pain of
course only increased their suffering even further.

Alecindra walked the path and enjoyed the suffering naked preteen
flesh around her until she was at her palace. A teenage servant
tried to ask her questions about trivial matters, but she waved
him away with impatience. He bowed and withdrew backwards in
respect. Her servants knew better than to pester her when she
wasn't in the mood. Those who didn't didn't make that mistake
twice.

The ancient immortal levitated to her throne room. It was less
elegant than Melchias' but more cruel in design. While he enjoyed
naked girls and boys in bondange and even some distress as
decoration as well, Alecindra's taste was far more themed on the
aesthetics of pain and rape.

For this reason, her throne room was basically a torture chamber
where little girls and boys had to spend their time on racks, in
stocks and pillories. There were also rows of rape chairs where
the children were fixated with their legs spread wide for
constant gang rape. Their little heads were pulled down over the
edge at the other side and locked in that painful upside down
position, with ring gags in their mouths, always ready for
repeated deepthroat fucking.

Some slaves were bound spreadeagle on vertical wooden wheels 1/3
suspeded in a pool of water. The wheels were always slowly
rotating so that the slaves' heads were forced underwater for a
minute at a time, followed by desperate spitting and breathing,
then two minutes of air and of course nauseating full-body
rotation. Then it was drowning time again. This went on for
hours. Nestregon loved watching those wheels turn when he visited
Alecindra's realm.

Various girl slaves were chained to the wall as well, their
little legs spread far and wide so that their naked preteen
pussies were nicely visible. But almost no child was ever just
left alone for their view. Ugly muscular men were busy either
raping them in all holes with their large hard cocks, or
tormenting their tender bodies with a wide plethora of severe
torture instruments. Some of the young victims were gagged, but
the room was always filled with screams, desperate crying, and
pitiful begging for mercy that never came.

Alecindra sat down on her throne, the only cushy object in the
entire room. She leaned back in her nakedness. Various child
slaves were kneeling naked on all fours around her, facing the
throne. Most of them were being raped in the asshole or preteen
pussy by large men from behind.

Some of them were being tortured as well. Most of them had tears
in their eyes or looks of horror on their face. Only some were
left alone and used to life here enough that their eyes were
empty, or fearfully looking for any hint of their mistress' whim
to avoid punishment.

"Bring me the older boy from the newcomers", Alecindra told a
caretaker who waited nearby.

He was an ugly muscular man with a leather mask. His adult cock
stuck out glistening from recent little girl pussy rape.
Sometimes he had the privilege of fucking his gorgeous mistress
when she demanded his cock, but it was a very painful privilege.
He preferred ravaging the slaves with harsh thrusts, which was
his primary duty.

The man bowed and hurried away. A few minutes later he came back
to the throne room holding a boy with golden eyes by the back of
his neck with a muscular hand. The boy was beautiful and sexy,
maybe 12 years old. His eyes and hair were almost glowing in
their golden color, his perfect skin was light brown. He had his
arms tied behind his back, and his ankles were shackled together
with a short metal chain. Two thin leather strips were tightly
bound in a cross across his naked chest, otherwise the cute boy
was utterly naked.

Alecindra smiled a cruel smile. The boy couldn't help look around
all the rape and torture and swallow in fear. His eyes were wet,
but he was bravely fighting his tears.

"Don't be shy, my little angel. Stand before me and present me
your cock."

The shota slave knew better than to disobey a direct order from
his mistress. Especially this one. He had been following orders
from slavers and masters for almost two years now, after his
parents had died in that civil war. The orphanage he had lived in
was destroyed in the war, and slavers had seized the opportunity
to enslave the remaining staff and all the children. He had been
raped in his sensual mouth and tight boy pussy frequently ever
since. Learning to obey orders had been a fast lesson as well,
driven by the fear of pain. And now, this new horror.

He stood before the throne, before this naked girl who looked
barely older than him, but radiating confidence and authority. He
had seen her cast deadly spells, crush skulls with her bare hands
and levitate through the air with the speed of a cannon ball. And
she ruled this terrible place. If she was really a little girl,
he was really a horse.

Alecindra admired his naked little cock and balls, underdeveloped
and not grown to full size yet. Despite his fear, the slave
presented a little hardon to his mistress, unsure whether that
was a good thing or not. She reached out with her beautiful soft
hand and fondled him gently. It was something he would have
enjoyed a lot under different circumstances. Very different
circumstances.

She leaned back and spread her legs wide, presenting her
glistening seemingly 13-year-old girl cunt.

"You will now get a chance at making me cum. Start by fucking my
pussy. Later you will eat me. I want to cum three times. To add
some motivation, this will be up your asshole and locked in."

She showed him a thin smooth dildo made of dark metal. It looked
much smaller than most of the hard cocks who had raped his
asshole for two years now, yet he was suspicious. Screams of fear
and agony from various children filled the room, mostly girls but
also boys. There was no way he was getting out of this room
without pain.

Alecindra confirmed his suspicions.

"This is how it looks normally. But if you don't make me cum fast
and proper, it will transition to this form."

She flicked her slender girl fingers with some magic, and the
dildo grew in width until it was as wide as a man's arm. Even
worse were the tiny nubs that formed on its smooth surface until
they were sharp spikes, each as big as the head of his own dick.
If this happened inside his asshole...

"Don't worry, it will grow only slowly. And when I cum, it will
shrink back to its normal size. If you fail to give me three
orgasms by the time I'm bored with you, it will be left in your
ass until tomorrow. And no, you won't bleed to death. You're such
a cutie, you won't get to die for a long time!"

She grinned at him, gorgeous and merciless. Then she handed the
torture dildo to her servant and he forced it up the boy's little
bubble butt with crude motions. Even in its small form it hurt
like hell, since he wasn't lubed up. Then the dildo was locked in
place in his boy pussy with tight leather straps.

The boy barely had time to think about his pain though, as his
mistress was waiting to be fucked with her legs spread wide. It
would have been a privilege for many, but the preteen slave just
felt fear and horror that he would fail at the task. He had
mostly been forced to serve men and only fucked slave girls for
show. Being used by a woman had been rare. Thinking about the
thing in his ass, and how it would look and feel if he failed, it
just didn't feel like such a great privilege anymore.

The shota knew better than to dawdle. He positioned himself in
front of the throne, above her naked cunt, awkwardly with his
hands still tied behind his back. It took forever to even get his
small dick lined up with her wet little pussy, since he couldn't
use his hands for guidance, and she didn't bother to help at all.
Fear and terror ran through the 12-year-old when he realized she
was already getting bored, and the dildo in his ass was already
growing.

He stabbed at her, put his weight on her, desperately tried
anything to get his little slave dick into her like his mistress
desired. Finally he made it and she moaned a small moan. He
almost jumped with joy that he had accomplished at least this,
then he started humping into her for all his slave ass was worth.
His knees were in pain from being pushed against a hard stone
edge, but the boy ignored it. Anything to get this woman off and
avoid the torture building deep in his ass!

Panting hard, the young shota rammed his small dick into her. The
pressure in his bowels was slowly building up. He desperately
wished for her to cum. If only he had a magic spell to get her
off! But he was the only one whose breath was getting heavy.
Alecindra showed only mild sounds of arousal. After 5 minutes,
she stopped him.

"You're a pathetic excuse for a male. I could barely feel you at
all. But I acknowledge your effort to bring me pleasure, so I
will give you one last chance. On your knees, and start licking.
Fail and you will suffer."

"Yes Mistress", he whimpered and immediately hated his own whiny
voice. He desperately wanted to be a man for her, but he was only
12, already in pain and utterly terrified. The screams and hard
fucking sounds all around him didn't make it better.

He was at his knees now, with his face on his mistress' wet girl
cunt. His arms still tied, his ankles still chained. The pain in
his ass was complemented by the pain in his shins and knees as he
kneeled on the ridged stone and metal base of the throne so he
could keep his young lips and tongue glued to her glistening
pussy.

The slave boy ate her for all he was worth. He had little idea
what to do, but luckily his former masters had forced him to do
this for their amusement with some slave girls, not much older
than Alecindra's form. And he had licked a few cruel ugly women
as a courtesy to them from his masters. At least he knew what a
clit was and that you could stimulate it with your little boy
tongue. His technique, however, was utterly miserable.

Not for lack of trying of course. Right now, the 12-year-old was
one of the most enthusiastic muff divers in the entire World
Tree. And one of the unhappiest. His tiny asshole and bowels were
now being stretched by what felt like the biggest dick that had
ever invaded him there. He could already feel the nubs on the
surface getting bigger and sharper.

Sobbing and crying, he licked and ate and kissed and slurped,
tongue-fucked her, begged her with his desperate thoughts to
please, please, please cum on his tongue and face!

And finally, when he thought his ass would rip in half, she did.
It wasn't a huge orgasm, more of a mild shiver of pleasure. The
boy didn't know it, but half of it was from seeing his raw
despair and fretful attempts at pleasing her, than the actual
stimulation on her millennia-old loli genitalia.

The magic dildo deep in his ass gently withdrew to its original
form, and the golden-eyed boy felt like jumping with joy. He
could have kissed his mistress for the generosity of finally
cumming on his young face while his little tongue had been buried
deep in her lovehole. And kiss her he did, right on her
glistening clitty, remembering well that he owed her two more
orgasms.

He was a good slave for her. She couldn't complain about that. He
was a good slave, a good whore, a good boy. The best piece of
shit cunt licking 12-year-old kidnapped slut slave boy in the
entire World Tree. He tried his best, he really did. He even gave
her one more orgasm, after the dildo had grown to the point where
he was almost screaming his agony into her sloppy pussy.

But he still failed. Alecindra was bored, and she had not had her
third. She was his mistress, he was her slave, not out of his
volition, but might made right in The Sin. There was no tolerance
for boredom in Alecindra's throne room. He cried and moaned in
pain, muffled by her pussy. It was sexy, in a way, but not enough
for her anymore.

"Drag him away", she ordered without the slightest care in the
world. "Make sure his cuffs are tied to the wall so that he can't
remove the dildo."

"NO! Please! Mistress, please, I can do it! Just a little while
longer, please I beg of you please please please please
please..."

Alecindra looked at the pathetic slave with pure disgust.

He was dragged out of her sight by the ugly masked servant. The
dildo in his rectum was now almost as thick as a large man's arm,
with sharp spikes pushing against the vulnerable insides of his
12-year-old boy pussy. It would still grow some more centimeters,
causing unending agony until it was removed.

Tonight, instead of sleeping, he would constantly feel the worst
pain his fuckable ass had ever felt, even though he had been a
preteen rape slave with cruel masters for two full years now.

Alecindra pointed at another one of her victims, a 9-year-old
girl on all fours who was being raped in her tiny pussy right in
front of the throne. While he was raping her, the man pushed a
small hot magic flame against her naked skin all over her body,
every minute or so just for a second at a time.

Each time the flame burned her, the little girl screamed in agony
at the top of her lungs. Her smooth skin became blood red and
blistering for a moment. Then the healing magic of The Sin
gradually restored it to full perfection again, while the humping
servant was already burning another part of her.

"That one is next. Keep fucking and burning her while she licks
my pussy."

Alecindra looked deep into her tear-filled eyes, almost maddened
in terror and pain.

"If you want these flames to stop at all tonight, you will give
me my third orgasm with your tongue before I get bored again."

---

Melchias visited Alecindra's realm the following week upon her
own invitation. This didn't happen too often because he killed
her kids when they asked for it. It was also awkward when they
begged for him to release them from their tortures or free them,
and he didn't. He even fucked some of them together with
Alecindra, although he didn't torture them quite as much as she
did.

While Melchias didn't believe in slavery, he did not see it as
his job to free the slaves of others, and this tolerance even
extended to his own participation in sadistic orgies of these
sorts when he was invited somewhere.

In these rare cases, he usually applied the Glow more generously
than usual. It didn't grant the slaves freedom or mercy from
their torments, but it did give them a pleasure a hundred thousand
times more intense than even their worst agony, albeit for
only a few seconds or minutes.

Melchias felt that it was an amusing irony to bring transcendent
joy into Alecindra's Sin and make some of her slaves far happier
than their cruel mistress ever could be. Even if it was only for
short moments.

The primary reason for his visit was business. He wanted to
exchange information about world states, arcane trends and
politics that had been retrieved from the Triumphirate on their
recent journey. The ancient mage would have preferred to do this
in his own realm, and Alecindra would have preferred not risking
the deaths of any preteen torture slaves by his hand.

But most of them didn't even think or dare to ask, so his weird
personal rule, to kill any being who sincerely asked him to, only
rarely applied anyway. And it was a matter of courtesy that all
the collaborating immortals visited each other's realms
sometimes, demonstrating radical tolerance for their design and
morals. It was a credible signal that their collaboration was
built on a foundation of trust and intended future co-existence.

After all, the biggest threat to a powerful immortal was another
powerful immortal, or even worse, a collaboration of them. Most
other entities, even rulers of large worlds, usually couldn't
afford to expend the necessary energy and arcane competence to
break seals, invade worlds, destroy tethers, or lay waste to an
immortal's future power base.

Since magical energy could be exponentially accumulated over time
without limit, and the World Tree was incredibly ancient, the
oldest immortal magic users were now so far beyond the reach of
ordinary people that their most important consideration were
other immortals who had accumulated similar power. As a result,
they usually treated each other with a kind of respect and
overall tolerance that would have been alien to the rest of
humankind. This was one of the reasons why no one attacked
immortal torture villains like Alecindra, despite their shameless
evil and villany.

It would require a large number of immortals, or a much older and
more powerful immortal, with the necessary motivation to
sacrifice large parts of their god-like power and reputation to
do so. And so far at least, most of those would rather fuck,
befriend and trade with Alecindra than bring her hellish world to
an end. Melchias included.

+++

Melchias appreciated the aesthetics of The Sin. The torture was a
bit over the top for his taste, but he understood what she was
going for. And what the preteen sex slaves were going through. He
would have to lie to pretend it didn't turn him on when he
visited, and he was too old to lie about such matters, to himself
or others.

So it was no surprise that after a long day of information
brokering, arcane template exchanges and political assessments,
he wound up with his dick deep up the asshole of an 8-year-old
torture slave who was terrified beyond sanity, while screams of
agony and the loud fuck sounds of multiple child rapes nearby
amused his ears.

Did this unfortunate girl even know he would grant her death in
the most pleasant way possible if only she asked for it? Probably
not. And Melchias didn't bother to tell her, as she bounced her
tight little ass up and down on his hard huge pole with
impossible, fearful animalism. Actively informing people was not
part of his rule.

Melchias enjoyed her enthusiasm, forced and involuntary though it
was. The kid was cute, nice blonde long hair, very pretty face.
Her chest was flat as a board, but she had two piercings in her
nipples, with large metal weights attached, causing her constant
pain.

An image of a hard adult cock spurting cum decorated her large
forehead, either through ordinary skin ink or irreversible magic.
Painted cum stains were distributed all over her cute face as if
the imaginary dick had given her a permanent facial. Dignity was
not something a kiddie rape slave had in The Sin. At least she
didn't have to worry about how the tatoo would impact her future
life, since she was almost certainly going to die in agony here
without ever seeing another world again.

He felt his orgasm building and grabbed her little waist as she
bounced her own backdoor painfully hard down at him. Painful for
her, not for him. Large hot spurts of slimy semen deep into her
bowels were Melchias' way of appreciating her efforts. As always,
his load of cum was magically enhanced and unusually warm and
voluminous. He knew she could feel it it very well inside her
tight ass, just like the pulses and twitching of his large adult
cock. Of course, it wasn't even remotely the worst feeling the
little pain slut experienced in her life here.

As his orgasm subsided, Melchias wordlessly cast the Glow on his
index and middle fingers and shoved them hard and deep into the
8-year-old's hairless kiddie cunt. Her eyes were suddenly wide
open, as if he had pushed a glowing hot iron up there, which
incidentally Alecindra had actually done once to her before. But
of course, it was no pain the young forced fuckslut felt this
time, but extreme, unnatural, indescribable pleasure.

She twitched and convulsed and finally collapsed on top of the
ancient mage, spasming uncontrollably. Melchias enjoyed the
massage that her ass muscles provided to his slimy hard dick
still deep inside of her. He held the little loli tight in his
other arm, almost lovingly, with his Glowing fingers still stuck
up her vagina. He wouldn't free this fuckslave, but at least this
he could do for her after cumming hard into her preteen butthole.

After a minute, he pulled his dick almost completely out of her
ass, but without removing his Glowing fingers from her cunt.
Melchias motioned to another child sex slave who was kneeling in
fear nearby.

The cute boy, roughly 10 or so, immediatly rushed over to him and
kneeled next to the mage. He looked at the convulsing twitching
girl with wide eyes. He probably thought she was in extreme pain
rather than extreme pleasure. It was a reasonable assumption in
The Sin. But intervention was very far from his slave mind.

"Ass to mouth, boy. Lick and suck my dick and balls clean. Then
keep sucking me until I cum again."

"Yes, Mistr... Master. I-I mean esteemed g-guest."

The boy stammered, whiny and fearful. It was pathetic, but Melchias
couldn't blame him. In fact, it actually turned him on. His own
servants were devoted and he often hurt them, but this flavor of
fear, this deep existential terror, was something different. Not
his favorite flavor, but he understood why Alecindra did it,
cruel though it was.

Soon the handsome boy's sensual lips were wrapped around
Melchias' still hard throbbing cock, and the small slave tongue
was licking and lapping up the girl's ass slime as well as
Melchias' warm salty cum.

Then he transitioned to an affectionate blowjob, ultimately
followed by deepthroat action. Clearly not the boy's first cock,
and he was clearly not enjoying it. In fact, the 10-year-old was
almost choking himself on the immortal's prick, making sure that
most of it was deep down his boy throat most of the time.
Melchias could feel the spasms from his gag reflex sometimes,
even though vomiting was impossible as a side-effect of The Sin's
restorative aura.

The blowjob was not perfect for someone whose sole existence had
been reduced to this purpose, with threats of torture no less,
but the boy slut did an overall acceptable job for a 10-year-old.

Melchias could have complained about the quality to Alecindra,
and she would have undoubtedly tortured the kid extra severely
for days if he had. It would have been funny, in a way. But
instead, he pulled out after cumming down the child's throat and
cast the Glow on his soiled wet dick, making sure it remained
pushed tightly against the boy's cute face.

Then he just stayed that way for a few minutes, naked and pressed
against the two naked preteen torture slaves, giving them the
time of their lives. It was relaxing and enjoyable even though
they spasmed on him. He liked their warmth and intimate touch,
the perversion of it all and the power he had over them, even the
power to make them feel a pleasure so unspeakably intense that
they felt more like little gods right now than human beings, let
alone slaves.

But after a few more glorious minutes, he was bored. Melchias was
not a charity, he owed nothing to these preteen sluts. So he
finally pushed them away. The boy was curled up, shaking, sobbing
and laughing all at the same time. The girl was cold out. She had
lost consciousness when the Glow ceased, not unusual after over
10 minutes. She would recover, but it would take some time.

Melchias just ignored them both and motioned for yet another fuck
slave, a 12-year-old girl with long brown curls and the face of
an angel.

"Are you willing to spread your legs and let me fuck your cunt
deep and hard?"

"Yes Master!" the girl immediately replied, then rushed over to
him and lied on her back on the floor with her slender legs
spread obscenely wide. She reached down and pulled her small
pussy lips far apart with her soft girl fingers, to offer her
preteen cunt for adult cock rape.

Of course, "willing" and "yes" were relative terms in Alecindra's
Sin. But Melchias did not see that distinction as his
responsibility. He didn't force these kids to do anything. What
Alecindra did to them if they disobeyed was not his concern.
Neither did he care much about what would become of them after he
was done using them as cum toilets. Even his technical morality
existed mainly for his own satisfaction, just like all the sex, a
solipsistic game of rules inside his own head.

Melchias levitated just a few centimeters into the air, turned
around and then floated above the loli cunt to face her naked
young beauty. He kissed her full on the lips, deep and
passionately, while lowering his levitating body slowly down onto
her with his dick pressing against her entrance.

Soon, he was stuck in yet another little girl orifice, a hairless
12-year-old vagina in missionary position this time. While she
yelped and gasped in pain, he fucked her hard, fast and deep on
the cold stone floor. He took his time, and enjoyed 15 minutes of
machine-like fucking before he came hard into her. His magically
enhanced athleticism really didn't work to her advantage.

The cute little angel cried, sobbed and whimpered the whole time,
as her poor small pussy felt like it was on fire from the
ruthless deep pounding. But she obediently endured it all without
one word of protest. His orgasm was majestic, he panted right
into her mouth, with his face pressed against the top of her
beautiful angel face, swearing cruel insults.

"Ah... ah... Take that, you pathetic piece of shit. Ah... ah...
This is all for you, you worthless cum dump. Ah... Be grateful,
it's worth more than you are. Ah... ah... Take the cum, you
filthy slut! Aaahhh... Cherish the cum... Aaaahhh..."

Spurt after spurt of warm man juice filled her up deep inside.
Her battered preteen pussy felt like it had been ripped in half
and then filled up with slime like a balloon.

"Haaa, that was nice. Now thank me for it."

"Thank you for your cum, Master!"

Her voice was weak, whiny and fearful. She had tears in her eyes.
Something told Melchias she didn't really appreaciate it.

"You're welcome, cunt."

His cock was still spurting its last spasms with magically
enhanced vigor.

After he was finally done depositing an unnatural amount of jizz
into her tight sore vagina, he kissed her again, perverted sloppy
frenching. Her small tongue was no match for his grown man one,
but she did her best to be a good frenching slut for him.
Melchias pulled his cock out of her abused cum-dripping cunt and
floated above her until his dick was aligned with her beautiful
angelic face. With wide motions, he smeared his slimy cock all
over it.

He loved despoiling an innocent-looking girl face like that.
Pushing the remaining cum onto her face, he rubbed the tip of his
penis up and down on her, then pushed it against her young lips.
She let him in without hesitation and sucked on the dirty cock
like a horny greedy cock slut, even though she was anything but
sexually aroused.

"Keep that mouth wide open for me, please."

She did, and Melchias turned around in mid-air until his face was
directly above hers again. Then he spat a large glob of spit into
her open mouth. The disgust on her angel face looked amazing.

Small tears flowed from her beautiful eyes and down the sides of
her head. He repeated the spitting several times, clearing his
throat each time. Some of it went on her face, her pretty
innocent looks now spoiled and slimy, all perverted for his
whimsical amusement. Most of the muscous spit went straight into
her wide-open mouth. He kept it up for several more minutes.

"Be a dear and swallow it all for me now, will you?"

And of course, the loli slave obeyed, not without gagging in
involuntary revulsion.

"Now thank me for it."

"Thank you for your spit, Master!"

She couldn't help sobbing.

Melchias grabbed her neck with his strong hand, still floating.
She looked up at him expectantly, but without fear. He could not
kill her this way, and she would have probably welcomed it, as it
would have at least freed her from The Sin. All she had to do was
ask, of course, but she didn't know, and she didn't dare beg.

Melchias cast the Glow on his palm and gripped her slender throat
tight for three full minutes. She was no longer an enslaved angel
now, but a soaring goddess, a Goddess of Pure Pleasure, lying and
thrashing, drenched in his cum and spit.

They were the best three minutes of her life.

+++

Nestregon was in Alecindra's throne room, admiring the water
wheels. They were his favorite torture method in The Sin. While
he watched the wheels turning and the children on them being
drowned repeatedly, another preteen sex slave was busy sucking
his dick.

It was the golden-eyed boy who had been so terribly tortured in
the ass by the spiked magic dildo last week. He felt sheer
existential dread whenever he entered this horrifying room again.
But he had no choice in the matter.

The boy also clearly did not enjoy having the weird blue salty
monster cock in his mouth and throat, worming itself around like
it was a snake with a mind of its own and threatening to choke
him half to death. But he had no choice in the matter.

In a moment of cruel irony, Alecindra had decided that the boy
would spend most of his days with a spiked dildo deep in his
butthole from now on. It was not the growing magic one, but a
smaller one that merely resembled it. It was far more bearable,
though it still hurt like hell whenever the boy was moving.

The 12-year-old sex slave hated the feeling of fullness and sharp
piercing pain in his rectum almost all day almost every day. Not
only did it hurt, but it reminded him of his sexual inadequacy,
that he was never going to be a real man. But he had no choice in
the matter.

While the golden-haired and golden-eyed kid administered oral
pleasure to his cock with terrified subservience, Nestregon used
his tentacles to toy with the rape slaves on the water wheels.

He focussed on three kids in his near reach. Directly in front of
him was a young boy, maybe 6 years old. This unlucky shota was
the son of a slave slut from a world maybe three weeks of travel
away from Alecindra's Sin, using her tethers and then some hub
connections.

Slavery was very established there, with slave breeding being
done deliberately most of the time. But this boy was the result
of his mother's repeated rape during orgies with her master's
friends. She was a house slave in some mage's household. The man
wasn't immortal and not very powerful, but slavery was legal and
common there, and slaves were not that expensive. Cheap magic
spells and artifacts were used to control, observe and punish
them.

By local law, a slave woman's child was also the property of that
slave's owner. But he had no use for a kid and immediately sold
it for an apple and an egg. The new owners saw it as an
investment, nourished the boy, trained him in absolute obedience
and basic sexual techniques, and resold him at a small profit to
a servant of Alecindra's when he was only 4. Shortly after, he
had ended up in The Sin naked and in heavy chains.

The boy was one of the youngest kids ever to arrive here. He did
not enjoy his life very much before, and even less afterwards.
Alecindra, however, did enjoy his presence, and so did Nestregon
right now, as he raped his tight little asshole with a slimy
slivering tentacle, while another one squished his small dick and
ballsack into a tiny agonized mass.

The acoustics were impressive. The 6-year-old was a screamer. He
had good lungs and screamed and cried almost all the time,
loudly. Some kids became very quiet after they were broken in,
mentally withdrawn with fearful and empty eyes, and screamed only
during acute agony.

Others struggled to be stronger and tried to show a brave mask to
their mistress, even trying to buy into her way of thinking, with
sadistic glee when other children were hurt and devoted
acceptance when it came to their own rape and pain. They didn't
understand that it was all futile, that Alecindra would never
give the smallest shit about any of them, their attitudes, their
devotion, their feelings. But it was as good a coping mechanism
as any other.

Then there were the screamers, the loud ones, the ones who never
stopped. Their privilege was to dominate the acoustics of The
Sin, which was an honor in Alecindra's eyes. They took this honor
for themselves with the same might makes right attitude that
Alecindra used to rape and torture children, by simply doing it
at every opportunity.

This was one of the reasons why this 6-year-old slave boy had
ended up on the water wheel today like so many other days.
Drowning screamers was a beautiful way to shut them up. Not only
were they under water 1/3 of the time, but the rest of the time
they were mostly busy trying to cough and spit water out and then
get as much air as possible into their burning lungs before they
were underwater again.

Since children couldn't die from drowning in The Sin thanks to
the restorative aura, many of them had water deep in their lungs
a lot of the time, which was a very special kind of pain closely
tied the existential horror of suffocation. Just because they
couldn't die from it didn't mean they didn't experience the full
experience. Nestregon knew this effect very well, he used it all
the time in his Grotto, much more so than Alecindra.

The 6-year-old shota with Nestregon's tentacle painfully deep in
his little asshole was mentally broken and traumatized by now,
damaged goods unable to ever live a normal life again. His early
slave training, and then the various creative ways in which
Alecindra forced him to scream and suffer from age 4 onward, had
seen to that.

In his defense, the same effect happened with many older kids as
well, they just took a few months longer. Not that it mattered,
since there was never going to be a normal life for him to look
forward to. The cruel laws of his world had made sure of that. He
would die when Alecindra was bored of him, and it would not be a
nice death. Until then, he would spend large parts of his time
upside down with his head under water, desperately wishing for
air, or a death that wouldn't come.

Nestregon added to this experience by stopping the wheel exactly
when the kid was upside down. He was already air deprived for 30
seconds by then. The immortal shapeshifter could only imagine the
horror that the slave must have felt when he realized the wheel
had stopped. His slender naked little limbs desperately struggled
against their bonds now, to no avail.

The certainty of getting air again after a minute was all that
allowed the kids on the wheels to keep their last shreds of
sanity during these long hours. Accordingly, it did not fail to
have an effect on the other child sex slaves chained to the
wheels left and right of the 6-year-old.

One was a cute 13-year-old girl, suffering in The Sin for more
than 6 years now and almost too old for Alecindra's taste. She
was the daughter of one of Alecindra's grateful rapist servants
and given to her as a gift of devotion, fully knowing the
suffering and sexual depravity that would be forced on her. The
girl did not agree with her father's choice, but her mother,
herself a former torture and sex slave, was dead, and of course
no one else came to her rescue.

The girl knew she had only a short while to live now before her
mistress was either going to kill her, or give her back to her
father as a lump of abused and traumatized rape flesh, perhaps
for him to keep as a sex slave himself. Either way, she was very
grateful that her time in The Sin was drawing to a close. She
just wished she could avoid moments like this one, when Nestregon
wormed a cruel cold tentacle in both her anus and vagina each
while the boy next to her was kept fully under water for minutes
on end.

The other slut was an 8-year-old girl who wished she was older as
well, so she could look forward to death sooner. A beautiful kid
with light greenish skin, naturally green hair and very big green
eyes, she had been kidnapped by criminals and trafficked against
her will through a long sequence of worlds, until she ended up as
an exotic plaything in some eccentric pervert's private
menagerie.

After raping and mentally abusing the then 7-year-old for a few
months, the fat man had regretfully departed with her again and
given her to Alecindra as a partial payment for a debt he owed
for arcane services rendered, when his business didn't go as well
as he had hoped. The green girl was not at all a fan of tentacles
probing in her cunt and butthole. She was even less of a fan of
permanent oxygen withdrawal.

With a cruel smile, Nestregon placed a tentacle on the side
handles of both of their wheels as well. It was a very deliberate
gesture, to build anticipation of the inevitable. Both girls
cried and begged pitifully for mercy. Not to have the tentacles
removed from their young pussies and assholes, not even to be
freed from the wheel. Just to please, please, please be allowed
to turn normally.

Of course, Nestregon did not oblige. He toyed with them for a
while, allowed both of them to rotate a full time, ascend toward
air beyond hope, then he kept the 13-year-old upside down after
her next round, and with that final anticipation, the 8-year-old
as well. Muffled yelling and screaming was heard only for a short
time, then bubbles came up just as they had for the others. After
that, silent suffocation without death.

Nestregon just kept them suffering as his tentacles raped them in
all available holes, and the terrified shota slave with the
golden eyes did his best to make the monsterous blue cock as
happy as possible with his lips, tongue, and throat. The other
children on the wheels observed the spectacle from the sides of
their view when they were rightside up, and Nestregon could hear
and see them whimper desperately, hoping to be spared the same
ordeal.

It took the old deformed mage a long time to cum. His cock was
slivering and shivering inside of the boy's mouth, pushing back
and forth into his sore throat. Constant gagging was inevitable.
The kid tried to lick and suck, be gentle, loving and devoted at
the same time. But it was so damned hard to do that with a cock
that was basically a snake with its own will and that didn't give
a shit about loving and gentle motions. The boy felt more like he
had a hose made of cold meat forced down his throat until he
almost suffocated. One that squirmed around deep inside all the
time.

Then finally the dick half withdrew and a humonguous load of
utterly disgusting fishy salty cold slime was shot right onto the
12-year-old's tongue, spurt after spurt after spurt. It was so
gross the boy wished he could vomit or at least spit it out, but
of course it was strictly forbidden. So he swallowed, and smiled
a fake smile with tears in his golden eyes, ignoring the pain
from the spiked dildo in his ass, and then licked the octopus
cock clean of the slime while it danced with his tongue as if it
was itself a fattongue that wanted to french him.

Then finally, after at least 20 minutes, Nestregon released the
three wheels and pulled his tentacles out of the assholes and
pussies. The children were mere pulps of suffering preteen flesh
now, no longer human, but spreadeagled vessels for raw
suffocation.

Retching and coughing hard as the water flowed from their
lungs, they continued on their journey of rotation, which was
going to drag on for many more hours until they were allowed to
sleep on the hard stone floor in their cells, chained to a wall
in absolute darkness, interrupted by random rapes and tortures of
course.

The 6-year-old didn't even find the spirit to scream.

+++

Talindor was also drowning, in a sea of shota flesh.

This was normal for him of course. Except he was not at home this
time, but in Alecindra's Sin. And here, everything was extra
painful for the children.

Not that his boy slaves didn't suffer. He indulged in all kinds
of sadism normally. But usually not quite as severe as Alecindra,
and visiting her place had a certain inspirational effect on him.

She had presented him with a playroom full of little boys in
bondage. They were terrified and utterly unable to move one bit.
Some of them were hanging from the wall or from the ceiling, some
were sitting on chairs, some were lying on the floor and some
were in various devices that no sane slave ever wanted to be in.

Talindor had walked around a bit, tormented them in various ways
and then decided to fuck a 9-year-old boy in the ass.

The kid was in a rape chair that forced his legs far apart. His
hair was short and brown. His face was cute, although most of it
was covered with a large padded blindfold that didn't allow any
light through. His ears were plugged as well - sensory
deprivation.

A ball gag with holes in it prevented him from talking, but
forced him to drool all over himself since he couldn't close his
mouth and there was no way to prevent his saliva running down
over his small chin, sexy flat chest and mild-muscled tummy.

His boy pussy, so well presented, was soon filled with the
immortal's hard man cock. As a matter of habit, Talindor never
took much time easing himself into a boy's backdoor. He just
lubed himself up with magic lube and pushed himself fully into
the boy to the balls.

Sometimes an ass muscle ripped, and of course some boys were
quite in pain when they were fucked by him. But the healing auras
usually prevented lasting damage, and when there wasn't one,
Talindor had special healing spell templates in his eidetic
memory for this exact purpose.

Like Melchias and Nestregon, Talindor didn't feel pain on his own
dick when he fucked a tight hole. Pain was only for those they
fucked, if they were too tight. Like this 9-year-old who really
didn't want an ass full of adult dick, but wasn't exactly asked
for his opinion on the matter.

His groans and grunts were mild and muffled by the ball gag.
Getting fucked in the ass by an only slightly above average sized
man wasn't the worst thing that had happened to him in The Sin.

The boy's little dick was erect as Talindor fucked his asshole
with deep and slow strokes. The old mage produced a small, thin
black string with a quick magic spell and started tying up the
preteen slave's balls and cock. At first he pulled it around the
hairless ballsack a few times at the base, then around the dick
multiple times up and down in a zig zag pattern, ending in a
knot. It was really tight and the string cut into the tender skin
of the boy's dick.

Then he produced a leather paddle. It wasn't very big and even a
bit elastic, but it was still hard and huge enough to give the
boy's cock and tied-up ballsack a nice, painful spanking.
Talindor didn't hold back and smacked him without warning right
on the sensitive scrotum with full force. Due to the blindfold,
the kid never saw it coming. The ball gag muffled the boy's
scream, but it was still shrill and loud, betraying his
suffering. Meanwhile, the assrape continued.

Without any expression on his handsome face, Talindor continued
the deep fucking and brutal spanking for 10 minutes. One stinging
hard hit after another was delivered to the tortured boy cock and
especially his tied-up little nuts, which felt like they were
crushed in a vice each time the leather paddle hit them hard. And
a new hit came every three to five seconds.

The rapist mage always targeted them and the small dick, with
each strike. It had hurt from the first one, but by the time the
100th hard hit, always delivered with full force, crushed the
young slave's balls, he was a shivering groaning mess. And of
course he couldn't even scream, let alone make the pain stop.

The rape slave struggled desperately against his bonds, but it
was hopeless. His weak litte limbs were no match for the hard
metal that held him in place. His ass was on fire as well,
Talindor loved to throw a proper hard fuck into a preteen boy
pussy, and this one was just so cute and sexy as he tried to
articulate words of protest and begging, and yet only drooled
more spit all over his own naked fuckslut body.

His suffering finally subsided when Talindor shot half a liter of
thick hot cum deep into his boy pussy and sealed it in with an
impossibly large metal buttplug. It was a shitty feeling for the
young boy, but at least the brutal beating on his balls stopped.

Talindor cleaned his slimy dirty manhood with the only proper
method there was: Another boy's mouth and face. He chose a blonde
13-year-old who had his dick locked into a painful little torture
cage with sharp spikes and edges. The teenager's mouth was held
wide open for wanton rape by a metal contraption secured on his
face. It looked very unpleasant, but it allowed Talindor instant
access to the boy's mouth and throat for cleaning service. He
smeared the rest all over the boy's face but otherwise ignored
him.

The jaded ancient magic user was getting bored. The bondage
aesthetics were nice, but he was used to having his slaves do all
the work while he didn't move. So he motioned to one mobile
slave, a cute boy of age 11 with long soft hair. He looked almost
like a girl, but his little dick and hairless balls were visible
and ready for torment.

"Free three other slaves from their bondage. If they are gagged,
free their mouths. Then join them. I want one of you to
tongue-fuck my asshole, one to lick my balls, one to lick my
armpits and feet, and one to deepthroat my cock. When I cum, you
rotate the lineup. Do this until I have cum twice in each of you,
then await further orders."

With a quick spell, Talindor floated into the air and then just
hovered motionlessly, awaiting the boys' service. There were no
pillows here like in his own realm, but telekinesis fields could
be just as comfortable and effortless. At least for him,
certainly not for the boy sluts. And there was enough room under
him that the sex slaves could reach wherever they needed to reach
with their tongues.

To add some cruelty to the humiliation, Talindor cast a
repugnance aura on his own body. Whenever a boy tounge would
touch him now in any way, it would cause immediate and almost
overwhelming disgust. Not that he expected them to enjoy
tongue-fucking his asshole or licking his feet anyway. He just
wanted their revulsion to be certain while they obeyed. The spell
wasn't like the Glow, it didn't expand the intensity of
perception. It just induced normal, but constant disgust. Some
preteen sex slaves got used to putting their tongues in
disgusting places. For those, the repugnance aura was a nice
refresher to spice things up and remind them of their true place
in life.

With a quick telekinetic reach, he made some torture instruments
float near his right hand, a pair of brutal pliers, a hot-red
stake of sharp iron and a leather whip with large metal spikes at
the end of each string. It would give the kids some extra
motivation to perform their duties well despite the disgusting
aura.

Soon, Talindor was enjoying their tongues and lips on his body,
complemented nicely by their gagging and retching as they
obeyed, all sobbing and in tears, almost desperate from the vile
taste, smell and texture. The looks on their cute young boy faces
were simply priceless. Sometimes one of them screamed in extreme
pain and terror when Talindor felt a lack of enthusiasm in his
oral service and punished it telekinetically with one of the
torture instruments.

Sizzling boy flesh could be heard when the hot iron raped one of
them in his little asshole for the crime of slacking off, and an
ear-piercing scream from the cute boy filled the room. Then the
guilty slave slut would collapse in agony and roll himself into a
tiny ball on the floor, until the healing aura had repaired the
worst damage and the pain was bearable enough to move again. Then
of course Talindor immediately expected top-notch enthusiasm
again. If it didn't come fast enough, the whip would help.

Just because they felt extreme, unnatural disgust and repugnance
from his body didn't mean they were allowed to disrespect their
guest by slowing down their deepthroat blowjobs, toe or armipit
worships, ball licking or anal tongue-fucking. In Talindor's
eyes, that was always unacceptble behavior from a boy slave, no
matter the reason.

This ordeal went on for more than three hours. All the other
shotas in the room added to the ambience by moaning and groaning
in pain and exhaustion from all their extreme bondage and
tormenting devices.

After he had shot eight impossibly huge and hot loads of slimy
semen down the four underage boy throats, while they desperately
sobbed and gagged in extreme nausea, he ended the arrangement.

But he wasn't done with any of these sluts yet. Before his visit
was over, he decided, he would rape the boy pussy of each and
every slave in the room while making them all scream in agony
from the whip, pliers and hot iron, in honor of his host.

Talindor had to admit, Alecindra knew how to have fun.

++-

After a long day of business and orgies, the immortals parted
ways again. Melchias ignored all the screaming and fuck sounds
around him on the way to the portal. He also routinely ignored
all the begging.

When Melchias was about to step into the portal and return to his
Tower through the direct tether between the two worlds, one
statement out of all the begging grabbed his attention.

"Please! I don't want to live here anymore!"

It was one of the golden-eyed girls in the four cages. He stopped
in his tracks and turned toward Alecindra.

"I think that might qualify."

The girl mage shot him an incredulous, exasperated look, then
sighed.

"Fine. Do what you need to do."

She leaned back on an invisible telekinesis field as if it was a
cushion. Melchias ascended, literally, by levitating to the cage
with the golden-eyed loli slave in it.

She had been in there most of her time here, with few exceptions.
Only some days, she was allowed to sleep on the cold hard floor
in darkness, chained to a wall. And usually interrupted by hard
rapes and cruel torments. Then it was the cage again.

Melchias admired her naked body for a moment, her almost glowing
golden hair and eyes, her light brown skin with a perfect naked
fuckslit and beautiful nipples on tit mounds so small they were
almost nonexistent. Her face was very handsome and cute, filled
with distress and dispair. It looked good on her.

"Tell me exactly what you want from me."

"Please! Get me out of here!"

"How exactly?"

"Open the cages! Take us with you through the portal! You can
defeat her, I know it!"

Wrong answer.

"No", he simply said. Then he levitated away from the cage. He
had a nice view from here of the spiked plaza, all the preteen
fuckmeat in pain and sexual torment, bathed in the sick light of
the Blood Sun. It was exhilerating and repugnant at the same
time.

He sank down to the floor again. The golden-eyed girl was
frantic.

"Please! You have to help us! Pleeeease!"

He ignored her wailing. She couldn't believe he was just leaving
her behind like this.

"They're hurting us! They're raping us!"

"I know."

Melchias stepped through the portal.





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All my stories are written as fantasies. All activities described are fictional. If anything in my stories ever triggers you, remember to read them with critical distance. That's generally a good idea on the internet actually.
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