Title: A Tree of Worlds: Gandu's Betrayal

Summary: An old immortal breaks his word. Nestregon enjoys his
underwater hell world. Melchias and Joanna travel again. The
Rethorian Chain is transformed forever.

Keywords: Mg(10), Mgg, ped, md, fd, fantasy, va, sad, tor,
extreme, nc, magic, best, slavery, snuff (mentioned)

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

Disclaimer: This is pornographic fiction. All characters and
events are imaginary. It contains child sex, including some
segments with slavery, rape and extreme torture. Read or
avoid at your own discretion.




This is part 4 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 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.


=== Gandu's Betrayal ===


+--

"I have the Glow template."

"What!?"

"Look."

Alecindra was visiting Melchias in his Tower. She was a naked
13-year-old girl as always, gorgeous and glorious as always.
After frenching him as greeting, she shared the big news.

Indeed, her palm was Glowing in the typical radiant light. She
put it on Joanna's left slowly growing tit. The child, who was
kneeling nearby in case someone wanted to fuck or hurt her,
collapsed on the floor twitching.

"Where did you get that!?"

"From a travelling template broker. It was really cheap, too. My
associate who bought it reported that someone from the Octavian
has been busy spreading the template far and wide. Something
about making the worlds a better place."

Melchias was furious. It was a direct breech of their agreement.
Alecindra smiled. Joanna tried her hardest to recover from the
extreme pleasure, to regain composure and serve as a good little
fuck toy.

"You do realize I could turn this into a torture method, right? A
simple flip of the valence encoding would do the trick. Just
target the pain pathways instead of the pleasure pathways. It
would be by far the worst experience anyone has ever had."

Melchias glared at her long and hard. His mouth was a thin line.
His voice was filled with subtle menace.

"But you're not going to do that, are you, Alec?"

"Honestly? I actually like the idea. But sexually, it wouldn't do
much more for me than normal torture. And I know how much it
would piss you off. So in honor of our alliance, I will never do
it. You have my word."

Melchias' grim visage became somewhat softer, but not much.

"But of course I can speak only for myself. As I said, it's a
simple flip. Any half-competent mind manipulation crafter could
do it. Not to mention, your exclusive reward mechanism is not so
exclusive anymore. Now that the cat is out of the bag,
everybody's child molesting uncle can use it. I even put it on my
rape slaves sometimes, to break their expectations and fuck with
their heads. I'm telling you, they really love it in The Sin
now!"

Alecindra grinned a crooked grin. She stroked Joanna's soft long
hair with extra gentle motions, like she was the dearest pet.
Then the immortal pushed her naked pussy against the young girl's
mouth. Joanna immediately started licking her like a dog.

Melchias felt the strong need to smash something. So he conjured
a filigrine vase, beautifully decorated, out of raw magical
energy. It materialized in mid-air. He grabbed it with a
telekinetic grip and smashed it against the wall. Joanna
flinched. Alecindra just smiled.

"I need to talk to the Octavian. Now."

"I hear they cast the old man out. They are only the Seven now.
Awkward rebranding if you ask me." She grinned.

"Gandu? He is the traitor? Do you know where I can find him?"

"To my best information, he's travelling fast upstream, hub to
hub. He doesn't have your network though, they were too secluded
and he's an outcast now. He won't get far. Unless he was smart
enough to fake his trail, you should be able to hunt him down. If
I were in his shoes, I'd seal myself into some obscure peasant
world so you have to spend too much energy to bother killing
him."

"I don't want to kill him. I want my compensation."

"Then talk to the Eight... ooops, I meant Seven."

She grinned again. The girl mage was enjoying this far too much
for his taste.

"Still, I want to talk to the traitor."

"Knock yourself out."

They shared more details about the incident and the traitor's
known trail from her eidetic memory. Then Melchias was busy
contacting his network of associates with precise orders how to
respond.

Meanwhile, the cruel immortal girl took her time torturing and
raping Joanna right there in the portal room.

It was agonizing, but Alecindra was gorgeous, and she even gave
her some more Glow!

Joanna was the best loli pain slut for horny little Alecindra in
the whole wide World Tree.

---

Gandu didn't even really try to hide.

When Melchias caught up with him in a hub far upstream, he was
sitting on a bench right on Portal Plaza. It was almost as if he
awaited him.

The old-looking mage looked up at Melchias with tired eyes. Then
he saw little Joanna, dressed like a slut as always. His eyes
brightened.

"Greetings, Master Melchias. And hello, little one. I didn't
think I would ever see you again."

"Hello Master Gandu. And hello Wow Wow."

The immortal dog had jumped up and greeted his little bitch with
enthusiastic licks on her face. She had to giggle, but she also
remembered all too well how much sperm that horny bastard had
shot into her tiny pussy and wide open slut mouth.

"We didn't come for pleasantries. You know why I am here."

"Yes, I knew you would finally come. I'm trying to see some of
the worlds of my youth before I die. Well, not my actual youth,
but earlier. You know. Unless I die right here today."

"That depends. You broke your word and betrayed my trust. Not to
mention the reputation of the Octavian."

Gandu laughed a humorless sarcastic laugh.

"Ah yes, the precious Octavian. A few hundred million people,
nicely secluded, all well bred and oh so pretty. Much more
important than the trillions who drudge and suffer in the rest of
the Rethorian. Or the other superbranches that the Glow could
reach in time, with some luck. And none of them are as important
as your ego, of course, Master Melchias, the most precious thing
in all the World Tree."

The old man bowed in a display of mock respect.

"Cut the crap. We had an agreement. I trusted you."

"Oh, come on! You were greedy! We even agreed on a specific
compensation for this exact eventuality. A very handsome one too.
And now it has materialized."

"We negotiated insurance in the case of an accidental release.
You spread it far and wide on purpose!"

"Ah, but isn't betrayal of trust the most terrible accident of
all? But forgive me, my bad humor is inappropriate. We are both
too old for this shit. And we both travelled through many
millions of worlds. You know how drenched in pain and suffering
humanity is. No matter how far and wide it spreads, it brings
them with it like a disease. All the endless bounties of the
World Tree, worlds without number, energy growing indefinitely!
And yet all it does is bring more pain."

"I thought that's why you created the Octavian Chain. Your
betrayal made it weaker. I will have my compensation, or my
revenge. It will be smaller now, for all time to come."

"Yes, of course it will pay a price. So will I and Wow Wow I'm
sure. But we are talking about trillions of lives, always
growing, forever growing too. Who cares if a few million are
ecstatic when trillions are mired in mediocrity and pain?"

"Are you even aware that the template can be turned into the
worst torture method of all time?"

For the first time, Gandu actually was taken aback somewhat.

"Yes, that is a serious risk", he admitted after some hesitation.
"I'm sure your friends Alecindra and Nestregon are working on it
right now, to force an even greater sacrifice on their young
victims. But most people are not like that. They will use it more
for good than harm. It will wreak some havoc, yes, cause some
more victims, even more pain. But it will be worth it. It's a
question of calculation."

"Actually, Alec gave me her word not to alter the template. And
unlike you, she keeps her promises. She even uses the Glow
whimsically in The Sin."

"See? My choice is even making that damned place better! When we
take a gamble on human nature, it pays thin returns, but it does
pay. Although in this case it was probably your nature rather
than hers that made the difference. Human nature was never our
main enemy. Inefficiency is our main enemy. Alecindra of all
people understands this. Unfortunately, she's often pushing in
the wrong direction. But I still think those who do are in the
minority, at least by a little."

"I think you're entirely too optimistic. This is not the human
nature I've seen in millions of worlds. But the consequences are
your fault, not mine. All that will happen now is on you."

"The World Tree was already shitty. If I could just tear it to
nothing, I would. But that's not an option. So I took a painful,
mandatory mess and made it a little bit more pleasant. It's
certainly better than what you were doing!"

"What about societal collapse? I'm getting reports every day of
lesser mages dying because they do nothing else but use the Glow
all day. Some don't even eat or drink."

The old man gave Melchias an exasperated look.

"Like you even care! None of these people mean anything to you!
As I said, there will be some attrition damage. But people will
learn to adjust. After all, you get the most out of the Glow if
you stay alive and use it as long as you can. And even if not,
the Glow is worth it. We all know it is. Come here, girl!"

He cast the Glow on his hand and motioned for Joanna. She looked
up questioningly at her Master, then she rushed over and kneeled
before the old former Octavian. He took her in his arms and
pushed his Glowing palm against her head. As she was shivering
and convulsing, her beautiful soft face was pushed against him
suspiciously close to his crotch.

Melchias let Joanna have her fun. But he would get his interest
served.

"You owe me."

"Yes, I do. And I cannot pay the full sum. The rest of the Eight
will be forced to weigh in to get it all together. I will
transfer to you whatever I have on my person, the full pool if
you want. I'll die as a beggar if need be."

"That won't be necessary. You betrayed your word, but you made a
choice I can at least understand. You lived by the moral rules
inside your own head, instead of the expectations of others. That
at least I can sympathize with. And frankly, killing you would be
bad for my own reputation. So I will leave you enough energy to
stay immortal, defend yourself against normal threats and conjure
food and basic items. The rest you will transfer to me right now,
without further delay or excuses. All of it. Then you will travel
further upstream, until you're out of the entire Gandrenas. You
will never set foot in it again."

Gandu would have to travel for a long time and leave almost
everyone he knew and loved behind. A true and thorough exile.
That, of course, was the whole point.

The old man nodded sadly.

"And Wow Wow..."

"Not the fucking dog. Be grateful I'm leaving you this much. You
could have de-aged a human with that energy."

"Yes, the bias of friendship... I guess he got very old in dog
years."

Gandu smiled a sad, crooked smile.

"I suggest we get this over with. Let's go to my room in the inn.
I have a stash of powerful energy crystals there, and we can set
up the transfer ritual in privacy."

It took a long time to set it all up and transfer the enormous
magical pool from Gandu to Melchias. Emptying an ancient immortal
and empowering another one was not a small feat.

Melchias had to admit, he felt even more like a demigod than
before. Energy wise, this whole deal had been very profitable,
despite the betrayal.

But it took many hours, and a lot of them were just spent in
boredom and awkward smalltalk. Melchias liked the man, but he
just couldn't get over the broken word and the loss of the Glow's
exclusivity. So they found some other common interest to focus
on.

"Slut, take those fucking clothes off, get on your fours like the
bitch you are and start fucking the dog. Meanwhile, you will suck
me off. When I'm done, Gandu can have a turn."

Joanna groaned mentally, but she was not exactly shocked. Her joy
of seeing Wow Wow again was quickly eliminated and replaced by
yelps and undignified grunts as the horny beast rammed into her
from behind, quickly muffled of course by Melchias' hard cock
being shoved deep into her little girl throat.

---

Melchias felt different. More energetic, more powerful. Vibrant
and enthusiastic.

This was normal with so much magical energy now compressed in his
mental pool and attuned to his thoughts and feelings. It was a
temporary effect that had less to do with the total amount of
energy and more with the sudden, drastic upshift.

It made him feel a small glimpse of what the Glow must be like,
and it filled him with utter envy that he could not experience it
in all its glory.

The ancient wizard could have conjured entirely new worlds with
his thoughts, into actual being, permanently attached to the one
he happened to be in at the time. He could have made worlds
within worlds even, creating entirely new Chains. He could have
blasted through powerful seals meant to divide the eternal World
Tree into smaller parts. He could have invaded the realms of
other, lesser immortals and killed them despite their best
efforts at self-defense.

He could have created new tethers reaching across unbelievable
distances within and across Dependency Chains, linking entirely
different parts of the Gandrenas and making the distances between
its worlds effectively smaller for travel and trade. He could
have grown The Tower thousandfold, invited thousands more
servants to live there, and conjured glorious material luxury for
every single one of them, even making his favorites immortal.

Melchias was acutely aware of all these possibilities, and they
made his head spin with exhilerating dizziness. Of course, he
could do most of these things before, but now his quantitative
reach was even more expanded.

Instead, he invested the extra energy for the future. There were
many types of such investments. Ordinary business and commerce
was one of them. Since magical energy, mostly stored in small
crystals, was the standard currency in most of the Rethorian and
almost certainly also elsewhere, he could increase his future
energy reserves by investing in ordinary business models in many
worlds and having people pay him in crystals.

He could also have created unique tethers and charged huge prices
for their use. Or new spell templates designed with a brute-force
approach that was mostly limited by the initial energy cost,
combined with his template crafting experience, so they could be
sold at high prices to a multitude of interested parties once
created.

But the most basic and default investment for competent magic
users was the direct growth of energy in rituals and artifacts.
This could be done inside his own mental pool, but even more
efficiently in rare artifacts specifically designed for this
purpose. Every immortal of relevant power had them in their
realm. It was one of the things that made the immortals so
powerful over the aeons that they formed their own league of
people to be reckoned with, individuals who could beat entire
armies single-handedly.

There was no law of conservation for magical energy, and in fact
no limit to its growth, just like there was no limit to the
growth of new worlds in the World Tree, deepening and broadening
all its Dependency Chains over time. These growth rates were very
small, but exponential and fundamentally unlimited.

This was what made Gandu's sacrifice so considerable and
unexpected. He had thrown away not just his reputation, but the
basis for a god-like future. Melchias, however, fully intended to
put his extra energy to good use.

Melchias was much older than Gandu, even though their chosen
appearances didn't betray it. And yet, Gandu had been an immortal
of considerable power. Transferring these energy reserves to
Melchias implied a jump forward worth many millennia of careful
growth.

He could barely wait to get back downstream to his Tower and
imbue the extra energy into his most efficient growth artifacts.

It almost made him skip the brothels and child molestation
adventures on his way back. Almost, but not quite. He maybe wet
his dick in only half as many yelping little cuties as normal.
Joanna was impressed with his unusual restraint. Most of his
enhanced cum loads just went into her own mouth, asshole or pussy
instead, which was the whole reason why he had brought her with
him in the first place.

As she swallowed many liters of his salty slimy hot cum, the
preteen nymphet couldn't stop thinking how lucky she was to be
granted such an honor, to be his sole concubine for such a
journey! She kissed his feet in gratitude and slept on the floor
at the side of his bed.

Sometimes, she was even allowed to sleep naked in his arms after
he had fucked her raw!

+--

Since they were so far upstream anyway, Melchias visited an old
aquaintance he hadn't seen in person for 30 years.

It was a lesser immortal who had little to offer, but some
information or eidetic memory content could always be exchanged
for mutual benefit. Also courtesy visits were always useful for
overall diplomacy. Even lesser immortals had friends who had
friends who had friends.

"Melchias! Welcome to my humble abode!"

The thin tall man greeted him with a warm, not fully sincere
smile as they stepped out of the portal into his personal realm.
It was a very small world, but exceptionally beautiful, cozy and
stylish.

Scantily clad teenage servants offered refreshments. Joanna
kneeled before their host next to Melchias and bowed her head.

"Andaro, it is a pleasure to meet you again. It has been far too
long."

"It is quite the distance. And the fees some people charge these
days for using their tethers!"

"Yes, they are milking their investments like cows. I remember
how much I had to pay to get into the Gandrenas back in the day.
It's probably even worse now."

It was a small neg, they both knew Andaro had been born inside
the Gandrenas just a few centuries ago, while Melchias had
travelled large parts of the Rethorian for aeons and created his
Tower to settle down in the Gandrenas only late in his life. And
even that was a couple of millennia ago, long before Andaro was
even born. It was a reminder of their age difference, and more
importantly, their difference in power and diplomatic relevance.

"Well, I'm sure you can afford it."

Andaro smiled a sly smile and winked at Joanna. Then he took a
warm beverage from the teenage servant and sipped on it. Even
that was mostly for show, all immortals could conjure food and
drinks from raw magical energy. Having it served was a reminder
of status, and often the food and beverages were rarer and
produced more expensively. Items for which no templates existed
yet.

Andaro whispered something into the teenage girl's ears, and she
started blushing hard. Then she put the tray down and began
taking her clothes off until she was fully naked. The other
teenage servants did so as well.

"I think that's more agreeable on the eyes."

"I appreciate the view. Joanna, take your clothes off.  It's rude
for a slut like you to be dressed when older girls are naked."

While his loli cum dump obeyed, the teenage servant offered
Melchias one of the beverages. After he had taken the cup, she
presented her sexy young body to him with her legs spread and her
hands behind her back.

"It's not just a view, my old friend. Feel free to touch and use
any of them as you fancy."

Melchias fondled the girl's tit a little.

"Thank you. I will."

Andaro motioned them to go to a relaxation and dining room. On
the way, they saw other teenage servants who had also taken their
clothes off. Many of them blushed while Melchias and his host
walked by. Apparently Andaro's word had spread. Soon some young
servants began offering refreshments, girls and boys of maybe 10
or 12 years age, all naked. Andaro knew his guest's preferences.

When they were seated on a sea of luxurious comfy cushions, naked
young children surrounded Melchias without any demand on his
part, offered him their slender bodies, presented their pussies
and cocks, all wordless and in submissive poses. Every single one
of them was gorgeous.

"What brings you so far upstream? Are you travelling again?"

"No, I had business to take care of personally here. Gandu broke
an agreement with me. I had to catch up with him."

"Gandu from the Eight? That doesn't sound like him."

"He thought he had a good reason. Of course, he paid a price."

"I see. Did you kill him?"

Killing other immortals was a moderate taboo among immortals. It
was energy expensive in its own right, but in addition had a
reputational cost. Life was much easier for all of them if they
could trust each other not to meddle with their business. Killing
each other of course was the worst kind of meddling.

"No. He paid me compensation. I left him enough to remain
immortal, but he will leave the Gandrenas."

"What did he do, Melchias? If you don't mind my curiosity."

"I assumed you already knew."

Another neg, but a sincere one. Andaro was less informed than
Melchias expected.

"Honestly, I'm actually a bit lazy on the information brokering
front. I'm not sure I'm cut out for the big league."

The elegant man winked at Joanna again. It was a corny gesture,
but he had the natural charme to pull it off without looking too
cliché or insincere. He pushed a young girl of maybe age 13 down
to his naked feet, and she started massaging them. Melchias
followed his example with an 8-year-old naked boy nearby.

"Then let me fill you in. I sold the Glow template to the Eight
for exclusive use in the Octavian. The Glow is a form of
extremely powerful pleasure magic."

"Yes, I know what it is. I'm not that far behind."

Andaro grinned.

"Gandu betrayed his word and spread it far and wide outside of
the Octavian. It's already spreading like a wildfire downstream
from here. You can expect it to catch on in nearby worlds very
quickly. I recommend you warn local leaders and prepare your
business decisions accordingly. It doesn't work on immortals with
mind control immunity, but it does work on the lesser mages. It's
basically harmless, but extremely tempting. Everybody wants to
spend as much time as possible experiencing it."

"Sounds good to me."

"It is. Except some lesser mages will stop doing other things.
And you can expect large parts of the population vying for any
mage's ability to cast it. It will shift social dynamics."

"Good to know. Thanks for the heads up. I also have something to
offer to you. I created a new tether. If you want to travel
downstream, it can help you skip a few hubs. If you're willing to
travel through some small provincial worlds with slavery in it,
that is. I know that's not befitting to your status, and you
don't like it-"

"Not a problem. If it helps save travel time, I'll gladly take
that route."

"I can't offer it for free entirely, I'm afraid. I am not a man
of your energy caliber. Making it was expensive..."

"Of course. Milking that cow. I understand." Melchias grinned.

"Very well. I suggest a feast and an orgy before you travel on.
The bordellos in the neighboring worlds are fine, but I have an
exquisite collection of sexual servants. All young and beautiful,
and I guarantee none of them are enslaved."

"A very appealing suggestion. You should have the Glow as well.
It will spread anyway, and you can use it to create some loyalty.
In fact, you will probably need it if you want to keep your staff
if they are not your slaves. As I said, it has a very strong
motivational reach."

Melchias cast the Glow on each of his palms. With one, he touched
Joanna's naked chest. He pushed some of his other hand's fingers
into the naked cunt of a 12-year-old servant who sat nearby
presenting herself to him with her legs spread obscenely wide.
They both convulsed in indescribable pleasure.

Then they ate, conjured food. The reason was simple: Alecindra's
culinary templates conveyed delicious tastes otherwise not
available to the human palate. Melchias had some new,
particularly good ones that the young immortal had not tasted yet
so far upstream from The Sin.

And that wasn't a neg this time. It was genuine deliciousness.

+++

They ate from floating plates while sexual servants slowly sucked
on their dicks. Andaro preferred teenage girls, and Melchias had
to admit he had some very beautiful ones around.

His own cock was buried in the slut mouth of a 9-year-old girl
while the boy who had massaged his feet the whole time was now
busy sucking his toes one by one.

Andaro gave more quiet instructions to his teenage servants. They
rushed away in their naked glory. Soon after, a dozen more
children were brought in, mostly girls but also a few boys.

Their nipples and genitals were all shamelessly revealed. But
they were not fully naked. Instead, they wore various leather
outfits to make them look extra perverted and submissively
slutty. Most of their hands were bound or cuffed, some had gags
of various forms in their mouths. A few were blindfolded.

The kids were all in heavy metal chains. Large iron collars were
secured around their slender necks and locked with metal
padlocks.  All of them were between 5 and 13, mostly around 9 or
10. None of them looked very happy.

"I present to you the most beautiful of my sexual servants in
your preferred age range. My personal preference is a little
older, but I like diversity, and it's nice to have them around
when I have esteemed guests like yourself. These children will
obey all of your orders, and you can hurt them in any way you
wish - provided that you don't kill them."

"I can't promise that. I will in fact kill anyone who asks me
to."

Andaro raised an eyebrow, then nodded.

"Right. Your rule. Well, if one of them wants to die so badly
that they are asking for it, they are of no use to me anyway."

"And none of them are slaves?"

"No, they all have a telepathic safe word. But if they use it,
they will be on the streets of the next hub before the day is
over. I took a page out of your own playbook, with respect. These
are either orphans or children sent from very poor families. They
are here for food and money. Like you, I don't buy slaves. But in
fairness, I don't know how well they will do without my
patronage. They'll probably end up selling sex on the street or
in worse service. And some of their families may live in squalor
or hunger if I stop paying them. Is that a moral problem for
you?"

"Not in the slightest. I'm not a charity myself, either. I always
find that children need the proper motivation to be good little
sluts for their betters. And this will do just fine. It adds the
necessary incentive to endure some pain. Not every little one
likes that. Do you like pain, little sluts?"

All of them shook their pretty heads no. Some of them swallowed
hard, but their necks were mostly covered by the huge metal
collars, so it was hard to see. For people who weren't slaves,
they sure looked like them. Most of the kids had tears in their
eyes and fear on their faces.

"That's too bad. Because I like making little girls and boys feel
pain. I think it makes them look pretty."

A few kids sobbed, although most tried to be as brave as
possible. It was clear they hadn't undergone much sexual
obedience training. But that was just as fine, it made their
reactions more authentic. Melchias loved that in a beautiful
preteen lover. Or victim, depending on your moral inclinations.

"Will you be dismayed if I test their limits? See if I can get
some of them to quit?"

Andaro laughed.

"Not at all, old friend. I had Alecindra here 10 years ago, she
made half my staff scream in agony and use the safe word. I'll
replace them in no time at all. But if you do, I'll do the same
to your little concubine here."

He gently patted Joanna in her naked preteen pussy. She did not
like what she was hearing, and neither did Andaro's kiddie
servants.

"I'm afraid she doesn't really have any limits. Not even Alec
could make her disobey. She's a wholehearted pain slut. She loves
that shit."

Joanna wouldn't have exactly expressed it that way, in fact she
really hated getting hurt, every single time it happened. She
didn't even like the taste of cum yet, after all the countless
liters she had swallowed.

But she didn't dream of speaking up and disagreeing. If they
wanted to hurt her, it was their right... and there that tingling
was again, right between her legs. Just where this handsome
immortal petted her. She couldn't help let out a little sigh of
lust for all to hear. And she was squirming back and forth
against his hand.

Andaro smiled down at her and winked. She gave him her best smile
back, a little forced but respectful.

"If you love pain so much, I will give you some", he said in a
generous tone.

Joanna's smile became a little weaker. She hoped he didn't really
think she loved it!

"I don't...", she spoke up with a timid voice, then cleared her
throat. "It is my honor to serve you with my pain, Master. But I
wouldn't say that I looooove it, thaaaat much, that is..."

"Shut up, slut", Melchias interrupted her. "No one actually cares
about your feelings."

Andaro laughed, but he didn't stop the pussy rubbing.

"I will hurt you whether you like it or not, that's true."

Somehow, Joanna was not surprised.

A second later, two rough fingers were up her tight cunt, deep in
to the knuckles and wriggling around in her soft flesh. Joanna
winced in pain, but it was bearable. She was even a little bit
wet, and the stretching felt nice somehow. Like she was worthy of
being penetrated by his fingers, which was a great honor, a
painful honor but also yummy somehow, teasing the nerve endings
in her tiny cunny just as much as her little slutgirl ego.

A thumb rubbed hard over her engorged clit several times, and she
let out another moan of lust, much louder this time. She didn't
want to put a show on for him, she just wasn't able to keep it
in.

Then suddenly, searing pain deep in her poor pussy without
warning! She felt like being roasted alive inside her vagina.
Despite trying to be respectful and not annoy her Masters, Joanna
just couldn't prevent herself from screaming in agony.

Andaro showed her his other hand, sparks and little arcs of
electricity jumping between his fingertips. He put them on her
chest, against her nipples and titty mounds, and Joanna had to
scream again. He was electrocuting her with a specific pain
spell. He smiled. It wasn't a cruel smile, but in the context of
his actions, Joanna still felt it was pretty mean rather than
friendly.

"Sparkly, isn't it? And shockingly intense. I love using it on my
less obedient pain sluts. Here, have some more."

The insides of her poor cunny felt like they had been stuffed
with an electro shocker. The loli slut screamed at the top of her
lungs again. Her Master Melchias just watched the spectacle with
mild amusement while other kids sucked both their cocks and toes
with visible worry on their cute faces.

The pain stopped again. Joanna could feel the insides of her
vagina heal from the world's healing aura.

"How about it, little one? Want to use that safe word maybe?"

She shook her head vigorously no, but with tears in her beautiful
eyes.

"Do you even remember it?"

Joanna nodded. It was unforgettable. Literally. That was a part
of the spell.

Andaro pushed the little finger of his right hand into her
asshole. The penetration alone was painful, but then he shocked
her in both holes and on her titties with his other hand, all at
the same time.

This time, he just kept the electric shocks coming for 20 seconds
straight. After the long soul-piercing scream, Joanna was sobbing
and crying loudly.

"You were not exaggerating, my friend. This little cunt really
knows how to take pain."

"I told you. She gets off on that shit."

Melchias turned toward her.

"You know what, slut? If you use your safe word now, I'll even
escort you back to Coraana, so you can get back to your farm safe
and sound. What do you say?"

"No thank you Master. You're still too handsome. I'll use it when
you get too old and ugly for my taste."

Andaro and Melchias laughed out loud.

Melchias playfully slapped her naked tit. They both knew, of
course, that he would probably still look the same once she was
long dead from aging. Joanna's talk was also totally
inappropriate, but since she was the only concubine he had
brought on this journey, and she had actually grown on him a
little, he was more playful with her than usual.

"Haa haa, very funny. Well then, you witty little whore. Enjoy
your suffering."

"I won't, but I can take it."

She looked at Andaro with her beautiful, big brown eyes.

"Please hurt me as much as you want, Sir. As long as it gives you
pleasure, it will be my honor."

Andaro raised an eyebrow.

"Most of my sluts are older than her and not nearly so
well-behaved."

"She's a natural submissive. You should really take her offer.
Make her scream a little more."

"I actually have a torture chamber, well-stocked. We can use it
later. I use it only rarely, and only on willing victims. But
it's still nice to have."

"Great idea! Maybe I can find some inspirations what do to with
these little ones here."

Andaro's child sluts were sobbing and looking quite unhappy as
they overheard the conversation. Not to mention Joanna's screams.
None of them wanted to be made to scream like that!

Joanna also kicked herself mentally for being such a brat. She
just had to challenge them! And now she would really get it hard.
She felt that she deserved it, too.

"You never learn, you stupid cunt", she chastised herself,
resigned to her fate.

The two immortals finished their meals, then exchanged some
templates and specific political intrigue for pay, while their
slow blowjobs were ongoing. Hospitality among immortals was nice
and all, but these dealings were usually based on hard energy
transfer bargaining.

Melchias bought the sparkly torture spell off of Andaro because
it looked so nice, and sold the Glow to him for a pittance, since
it was already spreading. He also sold the latest culinary
templates he had bought for high prices from Alecindra.

"Don't change the Glow template", Melchias warned him. "Some
people will make torture variants, and while that sounds fun,
we're not talking about a normal spell like this one..."

He cast his newly obtained sparkly electrocution spell on his
fingers and shoved them into the cunt of the 12-year-old girl who
had earlier gotten the Glow from him. She was still groggy from
the unique experience, but now screamed in agony from the acute,
searing pain inside her poor kiddie cunny.

"It's easily a hundred thousand times stronger than that. Even
for a sexual sadist like me, that is ethically unacceptable. And
since the Glow only came to the Gandrenas because of me, I would
take it personally. I will hunt down and eliminate all mages who
create or use torture variants of this template."

Andaro nodded in solemn agreement.

"Very good. I wasn't going to do that anyway. I'll just use this
one..."

Andaro cast the Glow on his fingers.

"FUCK YES! DO IT!", Joanna thought happily, although begging was
forbidden by her Master Melchias.

And sure enough, Andaro cunt-fucked her wet child slut vagina
with his Glowing fingers.

"You have no idea what a favor you're doing her right now",
Melchias pointed out while she was convulsing again. "She will
never in her life cum so hard from any man's cock, despite being
a low-life horny tramp and a whore."

Andaro laughed.

"Damn, I wish that worked on us."

"That makes two of us."

Melchias pulled on the back of the head of the 12-year-old beauty
he had now both blessed with the Glow and tortured with the
electrocution spell right inside her underdeveloped cunt. He
started french kissing her wildly while pushing down on the
9-year-old cocksucker's head to signify that he expected her to
go deeper and faster, which she did.

After Joanna had recovered enough from her extreme arcane
hyperorgasm to be useful again, Andaro pushed his own fellatio
slutgirl away from him and instead grabbed Joanna by the hand and
pulled her over.

The young immortal grabbed her slender hips and positioned her
over his crotch. Joanna smiled down at him with tears still in
her eyes and on her face, mostly tears of joy, but also some from
the pain and agony earlier. She straddled Andaro and lined up his
hard throbbing centuries-old dick with her own 11-year-old
whorish fuckhole.

A moment later, she rode him hard like a little fuck animal,
squealing and moaning in loud lust for his amusement. He slapped
her face and titties a little with small, hard hits, but Joanna
just ignored and endured it while she served him as a bouncing
dick sleeve with devotion.

Melchias came into the 9-year-old girl's throat first. Soon
after, Joanna's wild riding made Andaro cum into her sloppy slut
cunt as well. One of his handsome teenage servants had to clean
his cock with her mouth and then slurp and lick the cum out of
Joanna's naked preteen pussy to their great amusement.

She noticed Andaro didn't shoot as much sperm as her Master
usually did. He had never bothered enhancing this particular part
of his physiology with magic.

"Wanna torture some kids?" Andaro asked Melchias after watching
the show, grinning evilly.

"Let's!"

They all went up and proceeded to the torture chamber, the
immortals lazily levitating while the child sex servants had to
shuffle in chains and unhappy fearful whimpering behind them.

It was a long day for all of them.

+++

Melchias grabbed one of the servants, a girl of maybe 10 years.
Her light brown hair was decorated with flowers and bound in two
knots. Her flat chest had the cutest, lightest nipples. Her
vagina was completely undeveloped, just a thin slit in a small
mound of soft skin.

The skin all over her slender body was perfect and utterly
flawless. She had no natural blemishes, and whatever scratches a
kid her age might have had from playing or being fucked were
eliminated by the restaurative aura.

The ancient immortal removed her blindfold in order to look into
her pretty green-blue eyes. A tatoo of filigrane patterns
decorated the upper half of her right cheek. Together with long
glittering earrings, it made her look elegant and precious.

But she also wore long leather stockings that went all over her
knees right up almost to her exposed preteen whore cunt. And the
large, heavy boots she had to wear with them ended in what looked
like cow hooves. When she walked on the floor, she made loud
clop-clop noises as if she was a horse. Not to mention it was
exhausting because they were so heavy.

Her arms and hands were also covered by long black leather
gloves. They had small chains connecting them behind her back.
The girl couldn't even move her hands to cover herself from the
men's view. Like most of the kids, she had a large metal collar
around her neck, making her look like a slave.

"Name and age, slut. And tell me your function", Melchias
demanded.

The loli whore looked a little confused, then she responded.

"My name is Mina-Elena. I am 10 years old. My func...my function
is a servant to Master Andaro?"

She said the last part almost like a question.

"How nice of you", Andaro said sarcastically. "But that's too
formal."

Melchias nodded.

"Today, you are a fuckable piece of pain and rape meat. That's
your function. Now again, name, age, function!"

Mina-Elena looked so adorable and handsome as she looked confused
and scared from Andaro to Melchias. Then she tried again.

"My name is Mina-Elena. I am 10 years old. My function is
fuckable peace and meat... No, I'm pain and meat a-and
f-fuckable."

She was so nervous and stupid, she couldn't get it right. The
immortal men laughed at her. It was a mean and cruel kind of
laughter.

Joanna was naked on her knees nearby on the floor of the torture
chamber. She felt bad for this other girl, but she didn't get how
she could be so stupid. Joanna would never have gotten that
wrong, even fresh from the farm! It made her feel cruel pride for
being a better slut that this little beauty there.

"I'll tell you one last time what you are. Better listen if you
don't want to get punished. Today, you are a fuckable piece of
pain and rape meat."

She whispered it silently several times, trying to remember it.

"Now start over. And stand with your legs spread! Wider! Be a
proper fucking whore!"

Her cow heels made loud clopping sounds on the hard floor as poor
Mina-Elena spread her slender legs as far as she could without
losing balance. This of course presented her perfect little pussy
to the men like a fucking exhibition. And with her hands chained
up behind her back, she couldn't cover herself. She felt
humiliated, but she had to concentrate to get this right.

"My name is Mina-Elena. I am 10 years old. I am a fuckable piece
of pain and rape meat."

"Good, but I didn't tell you to whisper. Speak loudly. Again!"

"My name..."

"Louder. With conviction. Make the world hear the truth about
you."

"My name is Mina-Elena! I am 10 years old! I am a fuckable piece
of pain and rape meat!"

Andaro stood grinning, half leaning on a telekinesis field. It
was always fun to watch the older immortal work his perverted
enthusiasm.

"Good. Now I want you to beg me to hurt and fuck you."

"Please hurt and fuck me", Mina-Elena said.

"Louder!"

"Please hurt and fuck me!"

"Louder! And more enthusiasm! Say it like you mean it, and add
your own words!"

"Please hurt and fuck me! I want you to hurt and fuck me!"

"Again. Start with name, age, and function and then beg! Scream
it at the top of your lungs!"

"My name..."

"LOUDER, CUNT!"

"MY NAME IS MINA-ELENA! I AM 10 YEARS OLD! I AM A FUCKABLE PIECE
OF PAIN AND RAPE MEAT! PLEASE HURT AND FUCK ME! I WANT TO GET
FUCKED AND HURT! PLEASE MASTER RAPE AND HURT
MEEEEEEEAAAAIIIIIEEEE..."

Melchias had cast Andaro's sparkly torture spell and grabbed her
naked slut crotch with it. Her screaming, first for show, became
much more authentic as she could not help but scream in agony.
She almost collapsed to the floor, but he grabbed her right arm
hard and held her up, causing more pain to her shoulders. Finally
he stopped the pain spell.

As she was sobbing in front of him, trying not to fall, she
pulled her legs together and squirmed away from the hand that
held her pussy in a firm grip. Melchias slapped her hard in her
beautiful whore face. Tears were welling up in her blue-green
eyes.

"Keep your legs spread, slut! And don't withdraw from my touch.
You asked me to hurt you and that's what I will do, as much as I
want."

Mina-Elena couldn't help crying. Her sobs just bubbled out of her
young flat chest and through her sexy lips. She coudn't keep them
in, just like her tears. Melchias leaned over and whispered in
her ear.

"Remember your safe word? You can end this at any time. Do you
want to quit now?"

She just shook her pretty head with tears in her eyes. Andaro was
paying for her family's house, a very handsome sum each month. If
she quit, her two siblings and parents would be on the street
within a month, begging for scraps of food.

Melchias leaned in and kissed her with tongue. The young cunt did
her best to kiss him back between her sobbing and crying, with as
much fake passion and perversion as she was able to deliver to
this man in her state of distress. He let his hands wander all
over her tiny body and smooth skin, as if he owned it.

Andaro was now no longer content just watching. He had drawn in
Joanna for a blowjob, and she was kneeling right before him and
sucking him off with the deep passion of a vile slut who could
never get enough cock and cum, even though she was only 11. He
gave her "assistance" by pushing down on her pretty head, which
forced her to gag hard as she bounced up and down on his wet
pole, ramming it right into her throat to the bottom. It sounded
like someone tried to strangle her to death with a large sausage.

Melchias rubbed his wet dick all over Mina-Elena's naked flat
chest and tummy, leaving traces of precum all over her. Then he
bent his knees somewhat to line up his cock with her young pussy.

"Last chance to use that safe word before I fuck you", he
whispered to her.

"I-I am a fuck-fuckable piece of pain and rape meat", she pointed
out, breathing heavily from her earlier sobbing.

"Good point."

The immortal conjured magic lube out of raw energy from his mind
and lubed himself up. Then he drove into her in one deep stroke.
The young slut whimpered in pain, while he enjoyed the tight
10-year-old cunt around his hard cock.

As he fucked her with increasing ferocity, she had to stagger
backwards from the thrusts, and each time her cow heels made loud
clop-clop sounds on the hard floor. It was hilarious and sexy at
the same time. Finally she was pushed against a wall with her
arms pinned behind her back, and there was no further staggering
and clopping, just fucking and squirming.

Melchias ravaged her until he came, then pushed her to her knees,
and the young whore had to suck his soiled dick clean.

Meanwhile, Andaro had finished throat-fucking Joanna, and his
load was in her little slut stomach. He strapped her to a torture
device that forced her to sit with her legs spread wide.

When she was completely immobilized and strapped in, Andaro
presented four long metal needles to Joanna.

"These will go through your cunt lips now, two on each side. Are
you okay with that?"

Joanna looked at the damned things very long and swallowed hard.

"I... I would really p-prefer if you didn't do that..."

Her voice was thin and meek. She sounded really scared now.

"Use the safe word then."

The handsome immortal smiled a cruel smile. Joanna just shook her
head with tears in her eyes.

He picked up the first needle and pulled out her little pussy lip
with his fingers until the skin was stretched uncomfortably thin.
Then he pushed the sharp tip of the needle against her
tenderness. It already hurt like hell, and it didn't even pierce
her yet.

Joanna started whimpering and sobbing immediately.

"Last chance, cunt. If you want me to stop, you need to use your
safe word."

She looked at him with her big brown eyes, filled with tears now.

"Do it, Master", she simply said, her voice whiny. "If it brings
you pleasure, go for it."

He smiled warmly at her.

"I just want to hear you scream."

And scream she did, at the top of her lungs, as he slowly pushed
the long needle through her tender preteen cunt lip. When it was
halfway through, he stopped and just left it that way. He moved
the soft stretched skin around the metal invader back and forth a
little, eliciting new sobs and whimpers of pain.

"One down, three to go. Wanna stop now? Just use the safe word."

Joanna just kept sobbing and crying. She bit her lower lip.
Andaro had to admit, the pain did make her look pretty.

With ever so tender motions, he stretched her other pussy lip out
until it was thin and vulnerable, and placed the sharp tip of the
next metal needle against it.

"Uuuuh, I bet this is gonna hurt a LOT", he teased her, almost
chuckling.

But he didn't drive it in. Instead, he just let her built her
anticipation while the young girl was sobbing desperately. Only
after 20 more seconds of this mental torment, he finally pushed
through her soft flesh, and agonized wailing filled the torture
chamber again.

The other slaves looked pale and fearful. The ones who weren't
blindfolded watched the torture in horror.

Melchias came back to watch, dragging Mina-Elena with him by the
back of her neck.

"Let's do the last two together", he suggested.

"Great idea!"

Andaro handed one of the metal needles to the other immortal, and
now each of them pulled on her cunt on one side each. The other
needles were still inside her lips, and the stretching evoked new
frantic sobs from poor tortured Joanna.

"Three..." said Andaro.

"Two..." said Melchias.

"One..." said both of them.

"GO!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" screamed
Joanna, as both needles were driven through her cunt lips at the
same time, slowly but mercilessly. Her eyes were wide open and
her eyeballs rolling in their sockets. It hurt so much, even
worse than almost any torture she had endured so far. And boy,
had she endured some torture!

The immortals both grinned and laughed at her screaming, like it
was somehow funny.

Finally, her screams and desperate frantic crying was replaced by
quiet whimpering and sobbing.

"Wanna do one through her clit?" Melchias suggested.

"What do you think, Joanna?" Andaro asked her.

Both were grinning broadly.

"Please... please don't... please... please..."

Uncontrollable sobs were bubbling out of her. They could tell she
was at the brink of breaking. And Melchias kind of liked this
concubine.

"Fine. Let's pull them out - slowly."

They did, one by one, and Joanna screamed and wailed again the
whole time.

"Let's give her some Glow together", suggested Andaro, and
Melchias nodded.

Soon Joanna's agony was replaced by a far, far more intense
feeling. It was so extreme she couldn't even scream.

Melchias signalled for Mina-Elena to come closer, and she did,
making her typical horse-like clop-clop sound. He grabbed her arm
with a Glowing hand and held it firmly as she collapsed to the
floor twitching.

It was only fair to give the kids some pleasure after torturing
and fucking them.

The other sluts looked at them in horror, not quite understanding
that this was not torture anymore.

Before the day was over, every single one of them understood the
difference very well indeed.

+--

Once at an inn on the way back, Joanna asked her Master Melchias
how large the World Tree was. She figured, if anyone knew the
answer, it would be him. And since they were travelling so far
together and she was his only companion slut - she still shivered
in joy when she thought what a great honor that was - it made
sense to ask.

"Nobody knows. Keep sucking, cunt!", was his response. Then he
hit her naked ass with a leather belt. It was so loud that Joanna
was sure that other guests in the inn could hear them in their
rooms.

"The truth is, it's always growing and there seems to be nothing
that ever stops it from growing. We don't know if that had a
beginning, and if so, how long ago it was. I travelled for more
years than your pretty little head can imagine, and I never
arrived at a decisive answer."

He hit her again with the belt and she squealed around his dick.

"We know there is one world where everything comes together.
Scholars call it The Root. But that's a false name, because The
Root isn't actually the original root of the World Tree, if it
has one at all. You see, there is a seal there, and we know there
is something behind the seal. Another world. We think it's really
just another hub in a much greater Dependency Chain, and they
sealed us out hundreds of millions of years ago."

"Did you visit that Root world, Master?"

He hit her again, and she screamed, more loudly than she wanted
to. She was sure that the other guests next door were awake now.
And what they were thinking of her and her Master. Joanna quickly
took his dick into her slut mouth again.

"No, I never came even close. It's much farther away than you
probably think. And a lot of extremely large and old Dependency
Chains run from The Root in parallel. They are called Root
Chains, which I also think is a stupid name, but I didn't make it
up. There are thousands of them, and we have only superficial
data about most of them, especially their deeper and newer parts.
Even the gigantic Rethorian in which we live is just a small
fraction of one such Root Chain. And the Gandrenas is just a
small part of the Rethorian, and this whole travel happens inside
a tiny part of the Gandrenas. It's impossible to travel to The
Root from here in less than millions of years, if you can get
through at all. Remember, new worlds are growing everywhere all
the time. It's getting more and more crowded upstream. The hubs
must be getting ridiculously large, with countless tethers all
around them."

Joanna listened intently without neglecting her duties. She loved
how knowledgeable her Master was. And how close she was to him.
Maybe there would be Glow later...

"Maybe that's why they sealed The Root out, whoever it was. Maybe
it was getting unmanageable. Scholars once probed the seal to
determine its strength. It is so massive that all my energy would
only scratch its surface. There must be some really powerful
immortals on the other side. Just think how much more time they
had to grow their power. Maybe we are lucky they don't care about
us. They could be a real threat if they did. We don't even know
if all the intelligent beings in the World Tree are human. They
diverge in different evolutionary paths over time in different
places. Faster, slut! Don't slack off!"

He hit her again, and she picked up the pace.

"I think the World Tree has a real root somewhere incredibly far
upstream. So old that even my life is just a tiny blink compared
to its age. I think all the worlds started growing from there. I
mean, everything we know suggests that all worlds are organized
in this tree-like structure, and every tree has to have a root.
All the worlds we know connect upstream through Dependency
Chains. So logic suggests this is true for all of them. Some
speculate that maybe it's a weirder structure that loops in on
itself through space and time, but I don't see the realism. A
tree with an original root is the simplest model that explains
our observations. That means it's probably the right one,
although of course other models can't be discarded with
certainty."

That sounded about right to little Joanna, too. If everybody
called it the World Tree, then that's probably what it was, she
decided. But the trees she had seen in her village and on her
travels had always had more than just one root.

"What if there is more than one root? A tree has one stem, but
many roots, right?"

He padded her head. It made her feel warm fuzzies inside her
little heart.

"You're a clever girl. But the World Tree is just a metaphor, it
doesn't have to be like a real tree. All the worlds we have seen
so far had a growth order from older to younger, and the older
ones are always connected to more and longer Chains. We have
never seen big and old hubs directly connect to young worlds at
the bottom of deep Chains. The Chains never directly cross
either, except for their hubs, the worlds from which they grew.
And tethers are an exception, of course, but those are made by us
on purpose so we can travel faster. They are very expensive,
especially the ones that cross a lot of distance, and they don't
occur naturally. So we have no reason to assume that more than
one older root would ever directly connect to the same younger
world."

"But if no one has seen what's behind The Root, maybe it works
different there."

"Differently", he corrected her and playfully hit her with the
belt. She squealed. "But you're right, we don't know for sure and
perhaps never will. It's just not the simplest model, so we have
to assume it's unlikely unless we get evidence that forces us to
reconsider."

She sucked him for awhile without further interruption. His
breath got heavier, a telltale sign that he was going to cum
soon. He gripped her head firmly with one hand, a telltale sign
that she was going to be throat-fucked hard soon.

Their cosmology discussion was replaced by moaning and aggressive
dirty talk. He called her a cunt and a whore and a worthless cum
dump, and Joanna just took all the insults as if they were
compliments. She kept sucking while he pushed down on her and
hurt her sore ass with the belt, until he came deep inside her
well-trained slut throat.

She didn't have much expertise in cosmology, but she positively
could swallow a huge load of thick sperm like a vile perverted
preteen whore! (Because she was one.)

Joanna, almost 12 years old by now, proudly smiled up at her
panting Master and licked and sucked his cock clean with
dedication. Once she was done, he cast the Glow on his palm and
pressed her soft cheek against his naked crotch with it.

World Tree or not, sexual devotion or not, this was what she
really lived for!

+--

[The following sections are dedicated to the song "Underwater
Love" by Smoke City.]

Nestregon swam through his Grotto. Immersed under water, his
hulking octopus form was incredibly agile and elegant. His
strength was considerable on dry land as well, but in his watery
world, he was gloriously formidable.

His child sex slaves didn't much appreciate it though. To them,
he was the worst monster in existence. Not only did he look the
part, but his cruelty and utter lack of amicable emotion turned
him into a true horror in their eyes.

Nestregon had always been a sociopath, like Alecindra, even
before he had shed the optics of humanity as well as his
mortality. He did not consider himself human, and he did not
identify with the person he once was.

Even though he himself had been a human child once, he thought of
that past self as another, seperate being that was long dead now.
And he didn't mourn for it. If he could have gone back in time
into some parallel-universe version of his own past, he would
simply enslave, torture and rape the young boy who had ultimately
grown into the inhuman being he was now.

But not even the World Tree and all its magical wonders offered
such shenanigans. It did offer other children though, and
Nestregon accepted the offer without much emotion.

Most of his artificial world was under water, suspended in dark
gloom, but he made sure that there were pockets of air throughout
it all, and shimmering ambient light was cast from weak crystals
in the floors and walls, as well as from certain types of
underwater critters.

Without light, there was no shadow, and Nestregon loved casting
diffuse shadows, drowning his victims in them. Nevertheless, all
forms were hard to make out because almost no light was strong
enough for clear sight. Everything was murky, and threatening.

While Alecindra's Sin was dominated by hard metal and sharp
edges, the forms in Nestregon's Grotto were much more organic,
fluid and uneven. Wherever you were, it all looked like a cave,
or the bottom of the ocean, with coral structures, sea weeds and
a multitude of little fish swimming everywhere.

Barely any place in this world was dry. To get out of the water,
you had to float into the air in one of the pockets, or at least
find one of the rarer spots where a person could stand fully on
solid ground. And even that was splashed wet all the time. Being
dry and not vulnerable to the snatching and eeling underwater
critters was a rare occurance for anyone here.

When he had human guests, he often used simple spells to create
pockets of air following their bodies, pushing the water away
with force fields.

But of course, his preteen torture slaves weren't guests, and
they received no such privileges.

Suffocation and drowning were the most common, and most intense
experiences that childen in the Grotto went through. The slimy
snatching creatures were bad, the terrifying murky darkness and
utter lack of safety and comfort were maddening. The rape and
pain Nestregon personally forced on them when he was present were
agonizing. But by far the worst part of being a captive young
victim in his Grotto was the constant drowning and lack of air.

No one could die from a lack of oxygen here, thanks to the
restaurative aura that imbued the entire world. But this didn't
stop the experience itself. While there was a certain adjustment
effect that the brain developed after long hours of not breathing
and yet not dying, it never stopped being a feeling of
existential dread and despair.

As a final insult, it prevented the childen from even crying,
screaming, whining, cursing or begging. They had to suffer in
utter liquid silence, as if they did not mind at all.

As a consequence, the naked children were constantly struggling
for air. Sometimes some of them were in bondage, or Nestregon
just wrapped his unbeatably strong tentacles around their slender
thighs, arms, and necks to rape them hard while they were fully
submerged. Those children had no choice but to suffer and await
their release in raw terror.

But most of the time, most kids could actually affect their fate.
It was up to their vigilance whether some dark creature was able
to grab them, bite chunks of flesh off their little bodies in
agonizing wounds that were quickly healing, or just drag them
further down below to molest them sexually. Most of the
monstrosities were much smaller than Nestregon, and beatable even
by a human child.

The orientation was hard because everything was just so damned
hard to see, but the kiddie slaves could in principle always find
a dry spot, or at least some air trapped in a force field or
below the ceiling of a cave-like room. It was always hard to get
to, or uncomfortable to remain there. These spots were small, and
there were too many children in most rooms for all of them to be
comfortable with their heads in the air at the same time.

So often underwater fights broke out where naked preteen sluts
dragged each other down in hateful, violent aggression, or they
had to fight the squirming weeds and other critters that tried to
keep them down. Often, children had to huddle together like
cattle when there was a spot of solid ground where they could all
fit.

But of course they could never fully trust each other not to push
them off and into the water again when there was not enough room
to lie down and get some sleep, or when seeking tentacles desired
a naked body to penetrate or chew into. There was literally no
room for friendship and trust in The Grotto.

And yet, some kids had it worse than others. There were always a
few cute ones that somehow caught Nestregon's eye, and that was
never to their advantage.

++-

Miriam was one such girl. She was 11 and oh so pretty and sexy.
He kept her in a special place for that crime. The first thing
was that she had to wear heavy metal chains like they were
garment. Rusty by now, the chains had been on her even before her
arrival.

She was a slave after all, from a formerly wealthy family even.
Until her father lost his wealth and decided to sell her into
slavery at age 7. He could not have forseen exactly how bad her
fate was going to be as she was dragged through world after
world, portal after portal, until she ended up enveloped in the
loving grasp of Nestregon's tentacles. But Miriam never stopped
hating her father with the fiercest passion her little heart
could muster.

Nestregon had enjoyed how her chains looked on her and added a
few more. They were locked tightly around her naked body with
padlocks that no longer had any keys at all, and so was a large
metal collar around her slender neck. Without the healing aura,
her skin would have dissolved and scratched off by now. But this
way, she just felt unending discomfort when the rusty metal
rubbed all over her tender skin with every movement.

Of course, Nestregon made sure that her tight little pussy and
her barely developed breasts were not covered. After all, he had
better sight than most humans and could see her struggling in the
murky water. He wanted to enjoy every movement of her cunt lips
and nipples through his water realm, every penetration by some
slimy tentacle creature  (sometimes him, but not always), every
fearful frantic or elegant underwater movement of her lithe body.

Miriam's metal burden was particularly amusing because she had to
swim against its pull in order to get air. See, Miriam spent most
of her time in a room that was perfectly suited to allow her to
breathe. It was big enough and had a large pocket of air right
over the surface. Hell, you could even climb ub the dank rock
wall and get to places where you could lie down and sleep,
several meters above the murky threatening water.

Obvoiusly, he didn't just grant children raw access to this air.
They had to be handicapped for that to make sense. Miriam's metal
chains were the most beautiful handicap he could think of. Oh, he
wasn't above grabbing her and just dragging her down. In fact, he
almost always did so when she spent more than two days fully out
of the water.

But the rest of the time, he mostly didn't interfere personally
with her. His mindless rape and predator creatures did, of
course. And so did the incessant brutality of gravity, pulling
her weight downward while she was whimpering and sobbing in
frantic fear and dread. How she wished she could at least get rid
of just one chain! It was amazing how a trivial thing like a few
extra grams of metal could make such a big difference in a naked
little girl's life.

Because, you see, dropping from the cave wall into the water, or
failing to stay with her head over the surface wasn't just
terrifying and excrutiating. Sinking into the depths below meant
ever-increasing penalties. The deeper she got, the harder it was
to see. The pressure increased with depth as well, and the
density and viciousness of sea crittes became worse and worse
with every meter she failed to stay higher up.

Not to mention, every sexy cum slut preferred to be able to
breathe air instead of murky water, even gorgeous little Miriam.
It was agonizing to be drowning, but it also weakened her, making
it even harder to struggle upwards again.

By far the worst fate was dished out when she managed to fail so
badly that she ended up at the bottom of the darkest depths. This
was the deepest water depth that the entire Grotto had to offer,
devoid of any light except small barely visible shimmering fish
and tiny blue gems.

The pressure here was unbearable. The creatures were relentless
in their molestation and biting. But the worst part was that
Nestregon loved to spend time here when he wasn't busy travelling
or raping kids elsewhere. He even had magical artifacts of all
sorts stored here, it was basically a work area for him.

Not so much for Miriam, for whom it was a rape and torture area.
When she sank down into the reaches of his tentacles while he was
working or resting here, she always got the worst of the worst.

At this point, escape became impossible until he was done with
her. The sheer unspeakable horror that filled poor little Miriam
every time she felt one of his tentacles - his, not the other
critters', as noticable by his strength and size - could hardly
be expressed in words. It was speechless, raw terror. Not that
she could have talked with murky water in her little lungs
anyway. The suffocation didn't exactly make it better either.

The only consolation was that she couldn't sink even deeper from
here. This was literally rock bottom. A small consolation for
young beautiful Miriam as she was raped so brutally hard in her
perfect little vagina and tight asshole that both were filling
the water with fresh warm blood in no time, luring in even more
critters who bit chunk after chunk of flesh out of her tormented
loli body.

Nestregon raped her for hours on end, without stopping, without
mercy, pumping liter after liter of cold slimy sperm into her
agonized mess of a cunt and butthole until she felt bloated with
cum like a balloon. Small fish, eels and flesh-eating weeds were
all over her titties, flat tummy, her gorgeous face, even her
eyes sometimes. And they were never just molesting her, they were
biting, stinging and sucking the life out of her.

Except of course she couldn't actually die. Even when Nestregon
tired of raping her this way, he held her down or just locked her
to a hard metal bolt on the Grotto's rock bottom. This ordeal
always lasted for a full day, often longer, before Nestregon
decided that it was boring to just keep her here suffering and
swam with her upwards until she had a decent chance to stay near
the surface again.

Of course, he didn't do so out of the goodness of his heart. He
wanted to see her struggle instead of just remaining an agonized
mass of preteen flesh on the bottom.

But the worst part of reaching the bottom was not the torment
itself, or its inescapable clutch once Miriam was too deep. It
wasn't even the brutal rape that her terrifying Master forced on
her for hours, or even the constant suffocation.

No, the worst part was that Nestregon always de-aged her when she
failed so badly. If she spent one day at the rock bottom,
suffering unbelievable torment and molestation, he de-aged her
for one and a half days. If she spent two or three days here, he
de-aged her for three to six days.

It was energy-intensive, probably irrational on his part in the
long run to waste this much energy on an individual slutgirl. But
he just loved this mental aspect of the torment too much, so he
granted himself this small luxury. You see, the only realistic
way for a rape slut like Miriam to get out of The Grotto was
death. And the only way to die here was to be allowed to die by
Nestregon. Only when Nestregon decided that a chunk of kiddie
torture meat was too old for his tastes, did he remove the effect
of the restaurative aura for them.

He always personally dragged those kids down to the rock bottom
and then switched off their involutary survival function as they
were drowning, bleeding out from his mutilation rape, and
countless creatures were sucking their blood and biting off the
flesh off their bones. For most slaves, this was the fate they
were looking forward to, since it ended their pointless
suffering. Of course, new slaves would be procured by the octopus
mage to replace them, but each individual kid looked forward to
the day when they would become a pile of underwater bones, no
longer suffering.

They all knew about this, especially gorgeous little Miriam. And
she knew that for each day she spent suffering her extreme pain
and suffocation at the rock bottom, she would not only not get
closer to the end of her torment, but actually add yet another
half or full day to it. This realization provided the most
horrible fear, dread and dispair, more so even than the suffering
of the rock bottom itself. It wasn't so much that she wanted to
die, but that it was the only realistic way out of the wet, cold
horror that was her life here.

And so naked little Miriam struggled frantically to be afloat, to
avoid all the attacking fish and eel, to get a grip on the wall
above the water, to breathe air into her lungs, not just to avoid
the constant agony of suffocation and drowning, but to be strong
enough to stay afloat, upwards of the horrible fate of the rock
bottom.

It was a delight to watch her squirm and fight for her own death.
Her slender girl limbs tried so hard to overcome gravity and
random currents, the snatching beasts and her own unbearable
tiredness. Looking at her preteen pussy and titties from below
while she was struggling, often being penetrated against her will
by some cruel animal, was always good entertainment for the
octopus mage.

And sometimes she succeeded. When she got far enough on the wall
that no sea creature other than the man himself was able to reach
her, she cried long tears of joy, eating moss of the rock and
licking clear water droplets off the wall. Then, after so much
exhaustion and torment, she was even allowed to get a full
night's sleep once in a while. It was amazing how something so
basic, so simple, could fill a naked 11-year-old girl with so
much joy and gratitude.

Only after two or more days of this rest, assuming she didn't
foolishly slip and drop into the water herself, did Nestregon
swim and levitate up to her, actually congratulate her on her
achievement, and then grip her in his tentacless to rape her once
with almost gentle motions in mid-air. He ignored her pitiful
frantic begging for mercy, knowing all too well what came next.

Then Nestregon just dropped her with her rusty metal chains into
the dark water again, where horny and hungry weed, eel and small
octopi already waited for their yummy chunk of living child meat.

---

Nestregon would have loved nothing more than to make a torture
version of the Glow. Several different, unique ones in fact.
Maybe some adjustments that unnaturally enhanced feelings of
suffocation, fear or disgust.

But Alec had contacted him and Talindor shortly after her
conversation with Melchias, and strongly adviced him to treat
this issue with utmost cooperation, out of respect for their
alliance. So Nestregon had actively offered Melchias his word not
to meddle with the template or purchase torture versions off of
traders. He even promised to help hunt down lesser mages who
abused the Glow in this way.

The water mage was dismayed by the loss of extreme sadistic
potential. But he saw the wisdom in Alecindra's words. With the
Eight's energy compensation and his head start in power
accumulation, Melchias was stronger than the Triumphirate
combined. He was a major asset, luckily also a sadistic
pedophile, and his relative tolerance of slavery and ordinary
torture rape were a blessing to all three of them. Nestregon
didn't fear anybody, not even Melchias, but it was clearly the
rational path to take.

Nestregon didn't mind the pleasure version either. He would have
used both, just for variety. He did not hate his little victims,
he just enjoyed having absolute power over them. Seeing them
suffer and struggle always pleased him, and diminishing their
existential terror with the Glow was a little against his taste.
But he still wanted to rape their minds while he raped their
bodies. And that meant impacting them in the most extreme way
possible, make them shake like fish while his tentacle cock was
stuck deep in them. He disliked that they enjoyed it, but
appreciated the sheer intensity of it all.

Using the Glow or not using it, for pleasure or for torment, was
not a matter of moral principle to the octopus mage. It was even
less a matter of empathy, nor hatred. It was merely a matter of
whim and aesthetics, like for Alecindra. And because of Melchias'
preference, a matter of diplomatic pragmatism as well.

Paradoxically, some children were now experiencing far more
pleasure than he was while they were being raped by his hulking
monstrosity of a body. Even his current primary victim, poor
11-year-old Miriam, was blessed with the Glow sometimes, as a
reward for staying above water for two days straight. It gave her
constant struggle in The Grotto a sense of purpose and almost
made her doubt her desperate death wish sometimes.

The irony was not lost on him, and he enjoyed it with mild,
barely noticable amusement. It was as good an emotion as any, and
it was the most intense he was going to experience no matter what
he did. At least he had his orgasms, violent and brutal, and
always a delight, as his suffocation fuckmeat twitched, convulsed
and shook violently with his monster dick buried in their
impossibly tight assholes and preteen pussies.

But most of the time, he used torture spells in the ordinary
range of human agony on most of them instead, or he just raped
and hurt them without any mind tricks while they were drowning.
It was simply more fitting to the overall experience he wanted
his kiddie sluts to endure while they lived, and longed for
death, in his Grotto.

+++

Joanna and her beloved Master returned to The Tower, and he
imbued Gandu's extra energy into his most efficient growth
artifacts before generously giving out some Glow to all his
fuckslaves who had been left behind for months.

Exile Cunt was kneeling naked with her legs spread wide in a
small cage among many others. She had been awaiting his return
with utter yearning. He opened the cage and stepped in. Her mouth
was opened wide to accept his cock if he fancied a blowjob.

Her sexual duties here in The Tower had not stopped while he was
away. Exile Cunt had to perform degrading, perverted acts of
sexual self-debasement even in her Master's absence. Disobedience
or slacking off was completely unthinkable, whether he was here
or not.

She had spent countless hours getting fucked by other slaves,
hung from the ceiling hogtied, or being molested by rough guests.
She had even fucked animals in his name. Many long hours, she had
spent as room decoration that no one looked at, a throne girl
that no one sat on, a bunch of rapeable holes in bondage that no
one bothered raping.

Exile Cunt had gone through long, exhausting rituals of
self-humiliation and general patheticness every single day. She
made sure, on purpose, that she displayed an utter lack of even
basic human dignity throughout the whole process. It was all
recorded by the magic crystals in his Tower so it could be added
to her Master's eidetic memory upon his return, as if he had
observed it all himself. Of course, he might never even watch it.

Months of brave sexual obedience might go to waste this way, but
Exile Cunt had nothing to complain about. Her Master's attention
was a privilege, not a right for a cheap fuckslut like her.
Obeying him was supposed to be its own reward, even if it meant
sucking a goat off while no one was even watching. Or being
chained naked to a cold wall with her whore legs spread wide in
some corridor that no one ever passed though.

"Kiss my feet", Melchias ordered.

The unbelievably gorgeous girl from the Octavian, now turned 13,
smiled up at him with pure adoration.

"Yes, my Master!"

Her soft hands were crossed behind her naked back as she kneeled
so low to reach his feet. It looked like a religious worshipper
prostrating herself, except of course she was stark naked and the
outline of her perfect little titties were nicely visible from
the side. She gave Melchias' feet several dozen kisses all over.

"That's enough. Take my dick into your mouth."

Exile Cunt almost jumped with joy that she was allowed to touch
the wonderful hard penis of her wonderful immortal Master!
Putting it into her soft little mouth after his unbearable
absence was the most fantastic gift for her. She sucked on it
with love and dedication, as if nothing else in the World Tree
mattered.

The old man let her work for a while without showing any emotion
on his face. There was no love on his part, he just let an
interchangeable cunt do what an interchangeable cunt was supposed
to do. Nothing more.

After a while, he pulled out and hit Exile Cunt so hard in her
gorgeous face that she yelled loudly and fell to the side. It
looked so undignified to fall to the hard stone floor of her cage
like that, like a pathetic animal who couldn't even kneel
properly for her Master without falling over. He spat on her
naked 13-year-old body.

When she struggled to get up and kneel again, he just gave her a
hard kick to the chest, right above her growing beautiful
titties. With a loud scream of pain and surprise, Exile Cunt fell
backwards, instinctively trying to stop the fall with her hands
and arms. This caused her ellbows to be scratched bloody on the
stones of the hard floor, and the joint of her right hand hurt
like hell now. The Tower's healing aura was quickly making it
better, but it was still very painful and degrading.

Melchias spat down on her naked pathetic slut body again, as she
was struggling again to kneel in the standard submission pose.

When she had just managed to get into position, he slapped her
face again, on her other cheek this time. But by now, she
expected it more and merely wobbled for a moment, with her face
turned hard to the side and her beautiful hair swinging. She
yelped again, but quickly stabilized her position.

Her Master grabbed her hard by the hair at the back of her neck
and pulled backward until her beautiful face was turned almost
vertically upward. Then he spat on her again, right on her
gorgeous 13-year-old cunt face.

"Open your fucking mouth, you pathetic cunt", he ordered, but
calmly without yelling.

She obeyed immediately, of course, and he spat large gobs of spit
right into her mouth. Then he just waited with his fist painfully
in her hair and after 10 seconds, spat into her again.

And then he shoved her away so she fell backwards again. When she
was sprawled on the floor, Melchias kicked her naked body hard in
the side, and she screamed loudly in pain. Other child sex slaves
were staring at the scene from their cages, naked and nervous,
but kneeling obediently.

Melchias stepped on Exile Cunt's face while her cheek was pressed
hard to the stone floor.

"I've missed you, little Exile Cunt. It may not feel like it
right now, but I'm glad you are here in my grasp. I don't hurt
and degrade you because I hate you. I do it because I enjoy you.
You are worth hurting and spitting on. You are worth kicking and
fucking hard."

He demonstrated it with another hard kick to her side, and she
howled in agony. While she was clutching her naked side and
waited for the healing aura to make the horrible pain stop, he
repeatedly spat down on her naked body again, her flat tummy, her
tighs, her little titties.

"Thank you, Master!", Exile Cunt exclaimed between hard sobs, "I
am unworthy, and you honor me deeply! Thank you so much for
hurting me!"

She was the lowest form of life on the stone floor beneath him,
devoid of any dignity as she thanked him for her own brutal
abuse.

And she meant it, too. She was truly grateful. Even being treated
like this, being a pathetic pain slut and punching bag, she
didn't want to be anywhere else. To be hurt and spat on naked in
this dungeon was painful and humiliating, but it was also
stimulating, intense and sexy.

Her Master was here, with her! Exile Cunt was all his, and he
gifted her all of his attention. After these long months, it was
such a gift that she wanted to cry tears of joy. Her heart was
fluttering and she was getting hot and horny for him. She
suddenly realized that, even without a chance for some Glow, she
would still have let him do this.

"Oh please let him fuck me!", Exile Cunt thought, "He said I am
worth fucking, please oh please..."

And he did her the favor.

"On your back, you filthy piece of shit. Spread your fucking
legs."

You never saw a teenage girl obey a man faster and spread her
slender flawless legs for him wider. Her cunt was developing, her
labia a little larger now than they had been when he had first
fucked her. But it was still pure female perfection, and her
pubic hair was removed all the time.

Melchias let himself fall forwards, slowed down by levitation
energy. When he was on top of her, he pushed his hard cock
against her wet pussy and then deeply into it in one strong
stroke.

Then he ravaged her hard on the cold stone floor. Her naked back
was in pain as he rammed into her, with all his weight on her
petite 13-year-old girl body now. Exile Cunt's soft skin was
scratched raw, and he used all his magic athleticism to ram
himself into her and fuck her hard and long.

It hurt so much, she cried in pain and actually screamed
sometimes. She wanted to feel horny for him, and a part of her
did, but it was just so brutal, so agonizing. The pain
overwhelmed her as her strong Master simply used her, extracting
lust from her worthless slut body, from her pain and suffering.
She cried tears, but she also felt at home under him, fulfilled,
literally and figuratively.

This was him, her Master, and he was fucking her and hurting her
at the same time! It was such an honor, she wanted to cry from
joy, but she was already crying from pain, so much pain, as he
fucked her raw and stabbed away inside of her poor little cunny
like a piston.

And then he cast Andaro's electrocution spell and she screamed at
the top of her lungs, in pure agony, as he used his own ravaging
dick as a conduit for the spell, electrocuting the tender insides
of her young vagina while still pounding her ruthlessly.

Melchias kept the spell up until he was cumming and then during
his whole orgasm, and Exile Cunt never stopped screaming. She was
in so much pain, she didn't even get air, and her scream died
down into a gargling, frantic succession of sobs. The pain spell
stopped. His cum was inside of her, and he rested on top of her,
with his hard dick still firmly lodged in her abused teenie love
hole.

"Kiss me, little slut", he ordered, and she pulled herself
together just enough to comply.

The kiss was loving, passionate and gentle.

"You are a beautiful treasure, my little Exile Cunt", he
whispered in her ears, so that only she could hear it. She almost
came from this admission of emotion from her beloved Master. They
both knew she loved him, but not the other way around. Such a
compliment was very rare and unusual. It meant the world to her.

Then he cast the Glow on his own face and pressed it tightly
against her unbelievably beautiful cheek.

It was the one thing that she desired even more than her Master's
love and attention.

Exile Cunt was convulsing and shaking against his strong body, so
completely absorbed by the ridiculously extreme pleasure that she
couldn't even thank him for his gift.

---

Melchias' pessimistic predictions about the Glow's spreading
mostly came true. Nations collapsed, masses were empoverished
because lesser mages used the Glow on themselves all the time,
which caused prices for all arcane services to skyrocket. While
mages with enough self-control could at least survive and make a
fortune by selling their Glowing touch to random people at
unbelievable rates, others were less fortunate.

In many worlds, rulers and warlords effectively enslaved the
mages, and entire governments became dysfunctional because their
leadership wanted to spend as much time as possible in the Glow.

But over time, people adjusted. Rules were implemented. Lots of
impulsive mages died. Those with enough self-control to delay
gratification won out. And those had more time and power to enjoy
the Glow and keep it available to them. For those mages, it was a
great time.

Immortals were especially sought after, since they were immune to
the Glow's effects. Their time and competence became even more
valuable than they already had been. Even the least powerful
immortal was soon showered with energy crystals and other offers
to provide the Glowing touch, or imbue it into artifacts that
could convey it for a short while. Of course, the immortals had
the huge drawback that they couldn't enjoy the Glow themselves.

Another predicted side-effect also occured sometimes:
Particularly evil and irresponsible mages tinkered with the
template. Instead of inducing pleasure, some versions induced
extreme and bizarre visions of color or sound, nausea or sexual
arousal, love or hatred. Some just induced raw pain, terror and
dispair.

Melchias' spies informed him of any occurance of torture versions
in reasonably reachable worlds. This was one of the few
exceptions he made to his general indifference to the evil of
others. With the Glow, it was personal for him.

Some of them never saw it coming, others quickly learned their
lesson. He and the Triumphirate came down on them like a
screaming blizzard of fury and destruction. They eradicated
entire guilds of mages, renowned and powerful ones even.

On one rare occasion, a lesser immortal was directly responsible,
and Melchias broke the taboo and expended the considerable energy
needed to eliminate him. It was frowned upon by other immortals,
but Melchias had made his position known far in advance, and this
particular individual had still insisted on making a torture
version to torment his most hated enemies. Melchias made the
judgment call and took the reputation hit.

In several cases, they toppled mortal governments who had been
abusing the Glow template. One vindictive king in particular used
a torture variant to oppress any opposition in his short
Dependency Chain of 70 million inhabitants. Entire squads of
lesser mages and artifact-wielders were employed to
systematically maximize the suffering of anyone who had ever
spoken out against the tyrant. Melchias and the Triumphirate laid
waste to his domain, killed every last mage in his employ and
utterly obliterated the central palace, with the king and his
cronies still inside.

This happened a few times in his local part of the Gandrenas, and
Melchias found himself with the annoying task of setting up
puppet governments in those worlds to make sure it didn't happen
again and the word would spread to other leaders elsewhere. He
even travelled for decades in some cases to get to some of these
worlds.

The Trimphirate helped him, but they were much less intrinsically
motivated, needless to say. Only Talindor showed some
philosophical rather than opportunistic motivation to help with
the noble task, and he was too lazy to be enthusiastic about
anything.

Melchias knew that Alecindra and Nestregon secretly wished they
could inflict a torture version of the Glow on some chosen
preteen rape victims. But to his best knowledge, they never even
kept such a template for themselves. They did enjoy the battles
though. It was always good fun and practice for the four
immortals.

The remaining Seven from the Octavian also helped out, usually
one or two at a time. They were nowhere near as powerful as any
of the Triumphirate, let alone Melchias himself, but it was still
very useful to the task and helped smooth over their differences
somewhat.

The most useful contribution on their part was the remaining
energy compensation they owed him for letting the Glow spread
outside of the Octavian. It was not their fault, but he insisted
on their contractual obligation to replace most of what Gandu
couldn't. And some of them were willing to invest a lot of travel
time to reach far-off worlds and eradicate Glow torturers there,
up to a few centuries on occasion.

Even Andaro proudly took down a local Glow-abusing villain or two
and sent eidetic memory content of the task to Melchias through a
mortal courier. A calculated, but clumsy diplomatic gesture,
typical for the young immortal. Melchias felt it was almost
charming.

The general diplomatic network of immortals helped reduce Glow
torture even beyond the direct reach of Melchias and his allies.
But eventually of course, the inevitable happened: The template
spread so far inside and then outside of the Gandrenas that
Melchias could not reasonably affect how it was used, not even
through indirect diplomatic channels.

He sometimes received word of worlds where torture versions were
abused, but so far away or sealed off from his sphere of
influence that he filed it under "Gandu's fault, not my
responsibility".

But overall, Gandu had been right. The Glow was used more often
for pleasure than for pain. This was unsurprising, given that the
pleasure variant was the first, unaltered version and therefore
much more widespread. But also because people liked it much
better, for obvious reasons.

You could blackmail someone with the torture versions, but then
everybody hated your guts, whereas offering the pleasure version
instantly created a multitude of devoted followers fulfilling
your every wish because their lives were genuinely much better
for it.

With Melchias and his friends in the cosmic neighborhood, it was
an even easier choice. But elsewhere, the Glow template still
caused more joy than sorrow, by some margin at least. Not that
this helped any of the victims who endured only the torture
variants. Their lives were made unspeakably more horrible by
Gandu's betrayal than they otherwise ever could have been.

Long before the Glow spread outside of the Gandrenas and into the
broader Rethorian, Joanna was getting too old for Melchias. He
liked her quite a bit, more so than most, but he replaced her
nevertheless. She had seen it coming, of course, but her heart
was still broken.

Melchias still didn't buy or keep slaves, so he now had to
compete with other Glow-offerers for the devotion of sexy little
sluts. It wasn't too hard, since he could just pick poor ones
from worlds where the economy had crashed. But fewer children
were actually born, because most people tried to get more Glow
instead of fucking or rearing babies. He could have tasked his
older sluts with making babies for him, but it was not his style.

To compensate, he added a new incentive for potential slutgirls:
Those who stayed long enough in his sadistic service that they
became too old for his taste, were given a new offer. They could
stay in his Tower if they wanted. He had always offered that to a
few loyal experienced servants for various maintainance functions.
But most of his obedient fuckmeat had been amicably exiled at 15
or so.

Now, they could all stay. He installed small stylish alcoves in
which all of them could live and rest. Their bodies would be kept
alive by the restaurative aura until the curse of aging
overwhelmed even its function. This usually happened at around
age 140 or so. Until then, these retired sluts could just spend
almost all of their time in constant Glow, imbued into the matrix
of the alcoves by Melchias.

It was somewhat energy intensive and required some personal
maintainance by him, but Melchias liked the idea enough to do it
anyway. He called it "Glowing Slut Retirement", and it was
received with pure enthusiasm by all his little whores.

This was Joanna's ultimate fate, self-chosen of course. She
served her beloved Master with self-denying perversion until he
no longer desired her. Even after that he occasionally fucked her
just for old times' sake until she was in her late 30s, maybe
once a year or so.

She didn't have much of a social life otherwise, and she didn't
desire one. She didn't want children either, and was grateful
that her Master chose to be infertile by default. The Glow was
simply better than even a young woman's love for children.

A visit to her old world, to see her dying father, was also
quickly pushed out of her mind. It would have meant foregoing
several weeks of daily Glow, many hours each day. An unthinkable
sacrifice. The Glow never lost its unimaginable intensity for
her. It never got weaker, and it never stopped being the
absolutely best thing she could imagine. Every second still meant
the world to Joanna, until her very last day.

So she lived until over a century later. The World Tree had
grown, its magical energy and Dependency Chains ever expanding
and branching off new boredom and toil, new horrors, but also new
heavens, prosperous hubs and lush worlds of lust and ecstasy. Her
Master's power had also grown and would continue to do so. He
would live on for many more aeons to come,  just like he had
before she was born.

Joanna lived in her small alcove in The Tower and died there at
age 129.

Every single day, she experienced far more pleasure and
fulfillment than you and I ever will.





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