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Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Lasla – Ankush, Queendom of Naith

I fought so hard against my fear as we were led to where the Trial of Pain would be held. My stomach was a maelstrom of fears, terrors, and dreads. They all swirled about each other in a wild turbulence that threatened to tear me apart.

We weren’t taken up to the throne room, but moved into the lower levels of the Ziggurat, heading downstairs and then out of the great structure altogether. We were taken to the Gallery. It was built adjacent to it, a place for the royalty of the Rakshasa’s to gather and hold private events out of the stifling confines of the Ziggurat.

It was like the arena where Kurtis and Pyrriah had fought Solja and Tharaka, but not as big. This wasn’t for the masses to use. This was the personal playground of the deadly rakshasas. As we entered the structure, I could feel their sadistic lust oozing through the walls.

The rakshasas were eager to watch my brother suffer.

My stomach roiled, wanting to empty its contents on the ground. But I marched behind my brother, Pyrriah at my side, our slaves behind us. I clutched to the leash attached to Lavhi’s collar as the princess-slave crawled after, moaning as the vibrator churned up her pussy and kept her happy. At the rear walked Mother Azuliana and Nephi.

They felt scant protection for what was to come.

“Lord Kurtis,” the slave leading us said, “if you will go down those stairs. She was a young woman in a diaphanous, white dress that showed off the ebony skin of her body. She was Halanian, from the desert to the west across the Shilter Strait. “You will be met by the queen’s slaves who will prepare you. Ladies Lasla and Pyrriah, if you will follow me. The queen has set aside seats for you to watch beside her august presence.”

“Lead on,” Pyrriah said, sounding way more composed than I felt.

I wanted to shake apart. If I opened my mouth, I would squeak like a field mouse or vomit. Neither seemed regal. I had to play my part. Look like I was a mistress in control of herself, not a sister terrified for her brother’s safety.

We were led upstairs that opened onto the viewing stands. Seats lined the oval-shaped arena separated into groups, each of the rakshasa princesses or other royalty sitting in their own sections. They were attended by slaves, mostly brawny men, but a few scantily clad women holding ostrich feather fans or flagons of chilled wine. The rakshasas lounged in their gold-trimmed robes. Many had brought divans to recline upon and look positively indulgent.

Queen Athirmi sat upon a throne, her favorite slave girls around her. The two werefox twins lounged beside her throne while the lamia perched at the queen’s feet. The werespider, in her human form, looked dangerous as she stood behind the throne.

No other guards were present. As if Queen Athirmi was so powerful, she didn’t need to hide behind a wall of brawny men like some of the princesses did. All of these gathered were daughters, nieces, sisters, aunts, or cousins of the queen. They were all vying to take the throne for themselves, murdering rivals above them, even their own mothers, to gain the throne.

They were a depraved race. I hated being here.

“Welcome, welcome,” Queen Athirmi purred to my sister and me, motioning to the two seats that were beside her throne. They were cushioned and well-carved, decorated with fanciful tigers. “Be seated. It will start soon.”

I took the seat closest to Queen Athirmi, nodding my head, too afraid to speak.

My sister sat beside me, her hand grabbing mine for a moment. Our mother and Nephi stood behind us while Lavhi and Naryu curled up at our feet like they were kittens and not rakshasa princesses.

I forced myself to gaze out at the arena. Pradu was already there in a simple robe not unlike what we wore. It hugged her body. She was adjusting her tools spread out on a marble table. I shuddered at the manacles draped over it. The paddles, whips, flails, and riding crops she adjusted. There was even a knife with a wicked curve to the blade.

A knife?

My stomach tightened.

A slave post stood nearby the altar, a thick column of marble with manacles dangling from the top. Beyond it was an X-shaped binding rack with manacles at each end. It was made of wood painted red. Last, there were two posts with a bar between them from which hung a pair of manacles.

“Illth’s poxed cum,” breathed Pyrriah. “All of that.”

Then Kurtis marched out alone and naked.

My stomach clenched even tighter at the sight of him, back straight, his body a light tan, so much paler than the Naithans. His dark hair fell in wavy locks. He looked like a man who had come to conquer Pradu.

To defeat her even though he would be the helpless one.

Kurtis reached the area of the sands before the queen and knelt there, lowering his head. “I am ready to face the trial of pain. I’m ready to prove myself worthy of being your champion, Queen Athirmi.”

She nodded and rose.

“Kurtis, you must endure Pradu’s torment. She has until sunset to break you. If you fall to your knees and eat her pussy or perform any other activity that she commands with the following exceptions, you will have failed. She will keep you to do with as she pleases.”

Kurtis nodded.

“You must obey any command to move where she tells you and to submit to any bindings she demands. Those alone you must obey. Any other command is a sign that you have broken beneath the pain and were too weak.”

“I will not break, Your Majesty,” Kurtis said, his voice powerful. It rang across the Gallery.

“Pradu, you may not deal him any lasting harm,” the queen added, her voice harsh. “If you do, you shall be gutted and thrown to the dogs. He is not your property.”

“Yet,” purred Pradu. “I will not mar this perfect man.”

I swallowed. Hours of torment. Hours. It would be a full day that my brother would have to endure all those items. I swallowed. I didn’t want to be here. I couldn’t watch this torture. It was terrible. I could scarcely believe it.

Nephi’s hands landed on my shoulders. She massaged me ever so gently. “Slow breaths, Mistress Lasla. Slow breaths.”

I followed her advice as the queen set down. It had begun. The Trial of Pain. I swallowed, my entire body shaking with fear for the man I loved. He had to endure it. He just had to triumph over what they were about to do to him. I drew in shallow breaths, so scared for him. But I could not object. I had to… to endure this.

I rolled my shoulders, my heart pounding in my chest. I had to be strong. Like Kurtis. It wasn’t like I had to endure the pain. I just had to watch.

But it was so hard as tides of sick and depraved lust washed over me. All the rakshasas were getting wet and eager for the pain to begin, especially Pradu. She didn’t look it, but she was boiling in her own sadism. I wanted to wretch from the cruelty.

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Kurtis

Pradu’s desire washed over me like polluted water. It was lust, but a foul and selfish one. She cared only for her pleasure, and that could come only through the pain she inflicted on others. She had warped and twisted the avenues of desire in her to travel one way.

I had to change them.

Pradu picked up a pair of manacles off the marble table and threw them to me. “Put those on behind your back.”

I did. They had the feel of magical artifacts, something a mage from the Collegiate Tower in Esh-Esh would have made. I had to obey. I knew why Pradu was having me do this herself. She wanted me to get used to take orders. To find it easier to submit to the ones that I couldn’t obey. To break.

I slapped the first manacle around my right wrist and felt a clink. The ends had sealed together and then shrunk to fit tight about my wrist. No slipping them off if I wanted to. A wave of nervous fear washed through me as I closed the other cuff on my left wrist. Was I making a big mistake? Should I have fled on the Treasure Box with my women?

Too late now.

CLICK!

The manacle shrunk tight. All that was left was to endure. I drew in slow breaths, my chest rising and falling as she advanced on me. Her eyes were hungry, dark and predatory. She wasn’t in her rakshasa form, but I could tell that she was one of them. Her lusts swelled as she marched around me.

She examined me like I was a thing, drinking in the sight of my muscles like I was a slave on the auction block that she wanted to own more than anything. She ran her fingers over my back and shoulders before she moved around to my front. She caressed through my chest hairs down to my abdomen.

“Mmm, yes, yes, you are a gorgeous specimen, Kurtis,” she said. “I think I shall enjoy pegging you with my strap-on and make you beg to be my slut. My little man-whore. We’ll grow that hair out, paint your face in cosmetics, and stuff you in a dress.”

“What a waste,” I told her. “You’ll get far more pleasure when you’re on your hands and knees begging me to fuck that tight, virgin asshole of yours. Trust me, you’ll cum far harder.”

She laughed, throwing back her head. Her breast jiggled beneath her robe. “Oh, bravado. How I love it. Savor it. It always hides fear. Weakness.”

“And you’re not mistaking it for confidence. You’re in my territory.”

“You are no master who trains slaves,” she said. “You’re heart is too soft to break a creature to your will.”

“I think you don’t understand the arena that we face each other in. It’s not pain. It’s lust. And I am better at manipulating lust than you are. You’ll be begging for satisfaction before we’re done here. You can make it easy. Just surrender now.”

She grabbed my cock and stroked me. I didn’t resist hardening. I let her, the delight building in her. She was so eager to hurt me. She would inflict so much pain on me. Pain I would have to endure to conquer her.

“We’ll see,” she said.

I let out a groan as she pumped up and down my erect dick. Her grip felt delicious. My cock throbbed, the pleasure flowing down me. She leaned in and licked my ear, a shudder running through my body.

“You are going to beg to be my little man-slut before we’re done today,” she cooed. “They always break.”

“Yes, they do,” I said. “It’ll be glorious when you break.”

She bit my ear.

I grunted at the pain. She drew blood. I could feel how that excited her. Her pussy grew wetter beneath her robe. She pulled away from me, but kept that grip on my cock. She rubbed her thumb across the tip.

“I find that, with a man, it’s the need to release his seed that will break him fastest. The pain is just to condition him to spill it when he is hurting. You are a man of deep lusts. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without cumming. The night while sleeping? How many times did you cum this morning.”

“Who was keeping track.” I shrugged. “I keep my women satisfied.”

She dipped her free hand into her pocket and then pulled out a cord. She wrapped it around the base of my shaft and tied it. Hard. I grunted as it bit into my flesh. Suddenly, my dick felt swollen. Overripe.

“You’ll stay hard no matter what I do to you,” she purred. “Hard and unable to cum. You’ll ache and throb. You’ll crave it more and more as the day goes. As the pain falls, so will the agony in your cock. You’ll be begging for relief.”

She whirled and sauntered to the table. Then she paused. She opened her robe and left it fall down her naked back. It exposed her curvy rump, her wavy, brown hair tumbling over her caramel skin. She grabbed a paddle and turned, the piercing in her nose catching the sunlight and flaring, becoming a ring of golden light. The light flickered down the chain that led to her pierced, left ear.

She advanced, her round breasts jiggling. She smacked the paddle into her hand. It was a piece of wood stained dark. She held it with power, humming. The anticipation of causing pain surged in her. She was eager for it.

“Bend over,” she commanded. “That is the pose I require.”

I glanced to Queen Athirmi and smiled at her as I obeyed. “As her majesty commands, so I act.”

Pradu laughed. “Oh, you are amusing. This is going to be fun.”

I drew in a few deep breaths as she moved behind me. She slapped the paddle into my ass. The stinging impact made me grunt. My tied-off cock throbbed. The swollen ache in my dick was worse than the impact of the paddle.

Her hand rubbed up and down my back as the paddle fell. Fast. She slapped into my butt-cheeks over and over. A stinging warmth spread. It grew and grew with every impact. I rolled my shoulders, savoring that impact.

They slapped into me again and again and again.

I fought the grunts and groans that wanted to burst from my lips. I endured them falling in silence.

The walking rakshasa all simmered, waiting for the real pain to begin. This was just the warm-up. My toes flexed. I had to stay in control as the pain grew and grew. My ass blazed with the heat of the paddle’s impact.

My dick throbbed. Ached. My heart pounded, pumping hot blood through my veins. The manacles rattled as my wrists pulled on them. I wanted to break free, take that paddle, slam it into her face. I had to control myself.

The lust wasn’t growing in Pradu. I could feel the frustration wrapping around her desire. She wanted to hear me cry out from the paddling. I just clenched my teeth, fighting against every last moan and grunt and cry.

She slapped harder. The smacks rocked me. My bound cock bobbed beneath me, reminding me just how swollen it was. How much I wanted to rip off that damned cord. My teeth ground together, enamel scraping.

She hissed.

So she spanked me harder.

She searched for her pleasure, but she couldn’t find it. I wouldn’t let her have it. I denied it to hers, suppressing it. I just had to endure the pain. My ass was almost numb from the fiery agony that burned across it.

“The harder they fight,” she purred.

CRACK!

“The harder they break.”

I didn’t answer. If I opened my mouth, I would gran in pain. I have to deny her any satisfaction. The wood impacted over and over again. I dug my toes into the sands as she swung with all her might to hurt me.

I just had to endure it.

I sucked in deep breaths, my heart racing.

“This will stop when you fall to my knees and eat my pussy,” she purred, trying to hide how little satisfaction she was getting. “I’m so wet.”

“Are you?” I asked, fighting to keep from groaning. It was a risk, but I wanted to twist it home. “You don’t feel like you’re putting your heart into this.”

She hissed and then spanked me so hard I bucked and stumbled. I caught myself, my manacles rattling. The pain was intense. I had to take it. I had to keep denying her. Frustrating her. I could feel that ache to be satiated by her cruelty, but it never arrived. She couldn’t find it.

I flared that. The desire to be aroused. The need for satisfaction, but I denied her any chance of receiving any. No way for her to achieve any orgasms while spanking me. That was how much of a sadist she was.

“Mmm, you’re warmed up,” she said, moving to the table. “Ready for something a bit more fun.”

“Are you?” I asked. “I mean… you don’t seem like you’re having any fun. Is the pressure getting to you?”

“What?” she hissed as I flared her desire. I made her pussy throb with the need for satisfaction, but even if she rubbed herself, she would never find it.

“I mean, if you don’t break me, you’re going to be my slave. You’re going to be on your knees begging for my cock to fuck you. You’ll be craving it. A little kitty cat like Princess Naryu and Lavhi.”

Pradu sneered as she picked up a flail with nine tails. The leather gleamed in the sunlight as she strode back to me. “Don’t compare me to those weak, little bitches. I am not about to break to your will.”

“Really?” I asked. “Why not? You seem like the type that snaps easily. You think you’re so strong, that you’re in control, but your body is frustrating you. Mmm, where’re those purrs of satisfaction.”

“What satisfaction can I get with a little paddling.” She holds up her flail. “This…” She shudders, rubbing her thighs together. Her clit ached. I made it throb even more. “This will hurt you so much. I will cum as I lash your back.”

It would hurt. My stoic refusal to cry out would be tested. Broken. I didn’t doubt that I would crack beneath that striking my flesh. There were limits to human endurance that even I couldn’t withstand. I was Las’s son, not the god himself.

She moved behind me and touched my manacles. They sprang open and fell from my lips. She grabbed the flail over my rump and then gave a light swat. Not even hard. But it still stung. I almost grunted from it.

She pointed at the slave post. “Hug that, wyrm.”

I had to obey that command. My cock throbbed as I moved to it. I hated how swollen my dick was. It hurt as I moved, more so than my blazing ass. I ignored both as I headed to the post. I drew in deep breaths.

I just had to break her first.

I hugged the smooth marble, the tip of my cock rubbing against it. I couldn’t help how good that felt. She advanced behind me, her gold chain flashing along her cheek. She smiled at me, full of all her cruelty.

She would enjoy hurting me. Was eager for it.

I flared that eagerness. That urge for her sexual gratification. She groaned and thrust a hand between her thighs. She was frustrated, her flesh hot. She rubbed at herself as she moved behind me. She hissed in irritation.

Her fingers did nothing for her.

But she kept rubbing as she drew back the flail. I closed my eyes, bracing myself. Everyone was watching me. I had to be strong. I couldn’t be weak. Lasla, Pyrriah, my mother, Nephi, and the two rakshasa-slaves were counting on me. I had to be as strong—

SWISH! CRACK!

The flail struck across my back. I felt all nine of the tails slapping my skin. It hurt so much. My ass clenched. I grunted this time. I couldn’t help it. My back blazed with pain. I sucked in breaths through my nose.

The flail crashed down again. And again.

I grunted with each impact. I hugged the pillar tighter, my right cheek rubbing into the smooth, cool surface. I snarled at how the pain was growing and growing with each impact of the flail. My back screamed in agony.

I wanted it to stop. To end.

But I wouldn’t let this bitch beat me.

“Gods damn!” I growled.

“It stops when you fall to your knees and lick my pussy,” she purred, her hand between her thighs.

“That cunt you’re rubbing so hard to make cum?” I growled, suppressing any pleasure she was getting. All frustration, no satisfaction.

“You’ll make me cum so hard when you’re my pet,” she hissed. She ripped her hand from her cunt and grabbed my ass, squeezing hard.

The pain flared. My body shook.

“Then I’m going to fuck you with my strap-on,” she purred. “The longer you wait to break, the bigger it will be. I’ll rip that ass apart if you deny me!”

“And here… I thought this ended… when you were sucking my dick like a slut! Just dripping like the Whore-Goddess Slata herself for my cock!”

Pradu snarled and slammed the flail on my back.

The agony was intense. I screamed in pain. I couldn’t stop myself. I hugged the pole so tight, enduring the agony, but unable to bottle it up any longer. It burst out of me, echoing around the gallery. I felt everyone watching me.

Including my poor family.

The flail slashed at my back. My muscles screamed from the pain. She worked it from my shoulders to my ass, the tails wrapping around my side to strike my chest. The pain burned everywhere. I hardly noticed the pressure in my bound cock.

I shuddered and snarled through my teeth. It hurt so much, but I was beating the bitch. She had no relief. She could whip me as much as she wanted. All it did was make her hornier and hornier and hornier.

I flared it.

“Lick my pussy and it ends!”

SWISH! CRACK!”

“Go fuck you Illth’s diseased cock!” I howled, my body bucking. “You’re a worm, Pradu. A thing. Fall to your knees!”

“You dare order ME!”

The flail fell so fast. It must be a blur as she slashed and cracked and slapped my back. I bucked and howled, the pain overwhelming everything. There were just the slave post and the flail crashing into my back. I shuddered, wanting it to end.

Needing it to end.

NO!

I was stronger than the pain. Than her.

I wouldn’t submit to her torment. I would overcome it. I flared her desire more. I made that frustration consume her. She snarled as loud as I screamed as she whipped my back. There was no release from the pain. Time lost meaning.

I hugged the slave post and endured it. I suffered. I had to know I could take this. I had to find the limits of my strength before I took us into the Shizhuth Empire. If I couldn’t protect my family, then it was suicide.

“Beg for my cock, and I’ll let you cum!” I howled.

She roared. A sound of pure, feline fury. The fail slashed across my back as she searched for that release. She thrust three fingers into her cunt as she whipped me. She ground the heel of her hand into her clit.

Nothing. No pleasure. She drove them in deep, her frustration fueling the agony I had to endure. I squeezed my eyes shut, my voice screamed raw from the pain. She frigged her cunt with frantic need. She roared and yowled.

“Why?” she demanded.

“Because you… know… you’re the… one who… belongs… on her knees!” I panted out between the breaths. Everything hurt. My flesh quivered. I wanted to cry. To sob out. “Suck my dick, and you’ll cum. You’re a masochist, Pradu. Not a sadist.”

She threw the whip down and marched to the table. She picked up a long, flexible cane made out of some sort of wood. She turned to face me, her rakshasa head out. The chain she from nose ring to ear dug a furrow in the orange fur of her cheeks. Whiskers twitching, she marched to me.

She swung the cane against my burning ass.

The wood struck agony. I threw back my head. Darkness washed across my vision at the agony. She swung it hard, smacking it across my blazing ass. The pain was too intense. My knees bent. I wanted to break. Wand this to end.

I focused on her. I drove her wild with lust. I gave her such desire. A need to cum like she had never felt in her life. She roared as she crashed the cane into my ass. The flexible wood stung so much. My ass felt a mass of bruised pain.

“Why?” she hissed. “Why? Why? WHY?”

She crashed the cane so hard into my ass, the wood broke. My knees buckled from the agony. A tsunami of pain washed through me. I squeezed my eyes shut and howled. Tears spilled down my face. It was too much.

“What is wrong?” she snarled, throwing the ruined cane to the sand. “Where is it?”

“The pleasure?” I panted. “You made… a mistake. You need to feel… pain to get… pleasure.”

Her fur melted away as she burst into mad laughter. “You’re wrong! I hurt! I revel in the pain and the sweat and the tears. The hot spray of blood. That is where my pleasure is found. I’ll show you!”

She darted to the table as I forced myself to chuckle. “You’re an idiot. You’ll see. You’ll cum hard when you’re sucking my dick while I whip your ass.”

She grabbed the dagger. The blade flashed into the sunlight.

Fear crushed down on my heart. Had I pushed her too far? I could only feel her desire to cause pain and the frustration that it wasn’t giving her any of the satisfaction she craved. I couldn’t tell if she wanted to kill me. If she had lost all reason.

“I CAUSE pain!”

She rushed to me, her round tits heaving. The blade flashed as she sliced it at me. A gasp ran through the crowd. I heard my sisters crying out my name. The blade struck my arm and cut it. I grunted at the pain.

It wasn’t deep. Only the tip had scored me. It was little more than a scratch. Not anything threatening. My blood spilled out of it. She licked it. Her tongue dragged up it, gathering my fluids. She shuddered.

“NO!” She didn’t get that rush of delight. I suppressed it. “What is wrong with me?”

“I took it from you,” I said, forcing myself to smile despite all the pain.

“What?” she shrieked. She thrust the knife against my throat. The edge pressed into my throbbing artery. My life beat against my death. Fear spilled clammy sludge through my veins. “How? How did you take it?”

“I swallowed it all,” I said as I surged her need to the heights of frantic lust. “All your satisfaction is mine. You won’t get it until I let you!”

“Give it back!” she hissed, pressing her dagger tighter to my throat. A trickle of blood ran down my neck.

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Lasla

“Stop this!” I cried, seeing the dagger pressed to my brother’s neck.

“This is against the rules,” Pyrriah hissed.

The last hour had been so hard to watch. I was sick with the pain my brother had endured, but this? “She’s going to kill him, Your Majesty!” I shot my gaze to Queen Athirmi. “Why are you allowing this to continue?”

The rakshasa queen worked her jaw. She rose. “Pradu! You have been warned. Kill him, and you will feel my wroth. I will make you suffer. The entire city will hear your agony resound through the streets. For a year and a day, you will suffer every torment I can heap on you. Then I will heal your body with magic and make you suffer again!”

Pradu snapped her gaze up at the queen, her eyes wild. Her face mad. “He stole my pleasure from me!”

In that moment, my brother acted. He grabbed the wrist holding the knife to his throat and ripped it back. Blood ran down his neck. His other hand seized Pradu by the throat. He squeezed hard at her like he meant to kill her.

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Kurtis

Agony burned through me as I squeezed her throat. She gasped. The thumb of my other hand dug into her wrist. Into her tendons. The dagger fell from her fingers. I released her and grabbed a nipple. I twisted her nub hard. I twisted it around as I released my hold on her satisfaction.

As I abused her nipple, I made her cum.

She howled in lust, her entire body quivering as the titanic release swept through her. Denied and denied and denied, it now crashed through her body and slammed into her. The deluge of ecstasy washed away her thoughts.

Her knees buckled. She fell to them before me, howling out her rapture. I released her body and undid the twine on my cock. I groaned in satisfaction, the pain in my back and ass momentarily forgotten.

Then I thrust my cock into her open mouth. Every muscle in my butt and back screamed in pain as I grabbed her head and face-fucked the rakshasa. She moaned as her orgasm kept sweeping through her.

She suckled on my dick.

There, before all the onlookers, Pradu had cracked and bent to the lusts in her. Her climax kept shuddering through her body as she suckled on my cock with such hunger. She nursed on me, hardly aware of what she was doing.

I had to fight against the agony blazing across my back and ass. I had to be stronger than it. Rise above it to dominate this bitch and put her in her place. I slammed my cock to the back of her throat and then down her gullet.

She gagged for a moment, her body trembling.

The murmurs of the watching rakshasas washed over me. They were seeing something unexpected. Something that they had never thought to see. My gaze shot to the queen. She had a smile on her lips as she watched me fuck Pradu’s mouth.

Then I looked at my sisters. They were standing up, both staring at me in awe. They clutched at each other, Lasla in her purple robes and Pyrriah in her green. Behind them, my dragon-mother and Nephi watched on. The smile on my mother’s lips was magnificent.

I could feel her pride.

“That’s it, little kitty-slut,” I groaned, gripping the rakshasa’s head. I endured the pain to fuck her mouth, my dick needing to cum. I ached to spurt all my jizz into her mouth. I slammed hard and fast down her gullet.

I buried my cock down her throat again and again. I plunged hard and fast, loving the way she yowled as I fucked her. This felt amazing. I reveled in her mouth sucking on my dick. She nursed on me with that naughty mouth of hers.

“That’s it,” I growled, thrusting forward harder and faster. “Yes, yes, you’re going to drink all my cum.”

She whimpered, her eyes staring up at me as her orgasm finally petered out.

I buried to the hilt down her throat, my balls slapping into her chin. The pleasure shot through me. I groaned, savoring every moment of fucking her mouth. She groaned and suckled on me, her lusts still rippling through her.

She needed more because I fed her lust.

I plunged down her throat, her moans massaging my cock. The ache built and built, rising over the pain in my ass and back. I gritted my teeth, enamel grinding, and fucked her mouth with everything I had.

“You’re going to drink it all!” I growled. “Every last drop, you filthy bitch!”

She groaned, nursing on my cock with hunger as I plunged down her throat.

I exploded.

The pleasure slammed through me, swallowing the agony. As my cock unloaded, I rode that ecstasy. I soared high, leaving behind the pain. Bliss suffused my mind. My thoughts drank in the euphoria.

I pumped my seed straight into her belly. I flooded her with drop after drop of my cum. She whimpered as I pumped her stomach full of my jizz. She didn’t get to taste a drop of my cum. Her eyes widened with the shock of what she was doing.

“That’s right,” I growled. “You thought you were the predator, but you’re the prey, Pradu. I hunted you, caught you, and now…” I fired the last of my cum down into her belly. “Now I get to devour you!”

I ripped my mouth out of her throat and mouth. She panted, drool spilling down her lips. She shook her head, struggling with the lust. She needed to feel more pain and pleasure. She had to understand what she was.

I planted my bare foot between her tits and kicked. I thrust her back. She fell onto the sand, her tits heaving. They rippled together as she stared at me in shock. Her eyes blinked as she looked up at me. Her tongue flicked across her lips.

“You are mine, Pradu,” I growled. “You lost all control of me.”

I moved to the table, fighting the groan as the agony flared up and down my back again. I grabbed the riding crop, a little tongue of leather at the end of the rod. I marched back to her, my cock throbbing despite the pain.

I was Las’s son. I could endure this.

I fell to my knees and smacked her tit right on the nipple. She gaped, and I flared pleasure in her. She quivered, pain giving her bliss now. I smacked her other nipple, repeating the flare of pleasure. She whimpered as I turned her from a sadist into a masochist.

“Now grab my cock and guide it to your pussy, slut!”

SMACK!

A bright, red mark appeared on her jiggling tit. “Or you won’t get to feel any more bliss. You’ll only feel pleasure when I allow it.”

SMACK!

She gasped, her eyes wide.

“When I give it to you. With pain comes your pleasure, slut.”

SMACK!

“Right?”

“Y-yes!” she moaned. “I… I want more pleasure.”

“Then why isn’t my cock in your cunt, slut?” I demanded, pulling the crop from her welted tits, the pleasure dying down but her ache for satisfaction didn’t. I increased it.

Her hands shot out and grabbed my cock. Before everyone watching, she pulled me into her pussy. She rubbed me up and down her shaved folds, her eyes wide. She whimpered as she massaged me into her cunt. She shuddered, licking her lips.

I thrust into her and cracked the riding crop on her tit.

She bucked in delight, her pussy clenching down on me as I plunged into her twat. Her hot, juicy flesh engulfed me. She yowled, her face twisting from what I had done to her. She squirmed on the sand, her cunt stirring around my dick.

CRACK!

“Is that what you like?” I asked, her cunt clamping down on me while her tit jiggle from the impact.”

“Yes!” she moaned.

“Yes, what?” I asked, the riding crop hovering over her nipple.

“Yes, Master!”

CRACK!

She bucked and gasped, her moans echoing through the stands. Her cunt squeezed about me in such an amazing way. I groaned, loving the way she gripped me. She held me so tight. My dick throbbed in her snatch. She rose towards her orgasm just from the pain.

I grinned and drew back. Before everyone watching, my back and ass blazing with fire, I fucked Pradu. I rammed my cock into the bitch who sought to break me. To turn me into her pet. She wanted to hurt me. Now I owned her.

CRACK!

“YEEEESSS!” she howled, her back arching and tits jiggling.

I thrust into her pussy, her hot flesh gripping me as I buried into her. I plunged hard and fast into her cunt, loving the way her twat squeezed about me. The pleasure shot down my shaft, her pussy gripping me with such hunger.

That twat felt amazing wrapped around my dick as I pumped away at her. The pleasure rippling down my cock contracted the pain of burning across my back and ass. It grew easier and easier to plow into her with every stroke.

CRACK!

I smacked the riding crop down on her tits. She had beaten me so much. I took satisfaction in hurting her even as it gave her such pleasure. Her pussy clamped down each time. She mewled her delight.

“Whip my tits, Master!” she moaned.

“Because you’re a kitty-pain-slut who can only purr when I do this?”

CRACK!

“Yes!” she howled, squeezing her cunt down on my dick. “That’s right. I’m a naughty kitty-pain-slut!”

Her pussy gripped me. I groaned, slamming into her cunt. My balls smacked into her flesh. The pleasure swept through me. It was incredible to enjoy. I groaned, burying into her again and again. I plundered her twat with my hard strokes. I buried into her with such passionate thrusts. She moaned, her twat squeezing about me.

I cracked the riding crop down. Every rakshasa in the place saw my strength. They witnessed me dominating one of their best at inflicting pain. I showed them who I was as I buried my dick to the hilt in Pradu’s hot pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she mewled, her breasts jiggling. Her orgasm grew and grew. “Master! Master!”

SMACK!

“I want you cumming, slut!” I buried into her pussy, her hot flesh squeezing about me. “I want your twat writhing around my dick. I want to feel that hot cum rippling and writhing around me.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her pussy squeezing about me. “I’m so close!”

CRACK!

“Pater’s big dick, I’m so close!”

I slammed into her cunt, her hot flesh squeezing down hard on my dick. She tossed her head from side to side. She whimpered and then she exploded on my cock. Her pussy went wild, her flesh rippling and writhing around my cock. She sucked at me.

SMACK!

“Gods, yes!” I growled, throwing the riding crop to the side and savoring her cunt rippling around me.

I erupted in her.

I basted my sex slave’s cunt with my jizz. The pleasure rippled and writhed around me. I savored it as I spurted over and over into her. The rapture drove back all the pain again. I growled, savoring my triumph. I had passed the Trial of Pain. I had discovered just how strong I was.

My cum exploded into her cunt again and again. I basted her with everything I had. I groaned as I flooded her with my spunk. It was an incredible rapture. I loved every moment of it. Every last second of the pleasure surging through me.

“Las’s big dick!” I moaned as I spurted the last of my cum into her pussy. I flooded her with everything I had. “Damn, that’s good.”

She whimpered, her pussy rippling around my dick. She felt so good about me. I smiled, my body buzzing from the pleasure of this moment. Then I ripped out of her and stood up. Everyone stared at me as I stood victorious over my tormentor. The pain in my back couldn’t swallow the euphoric high that gripped me.

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Lasla

To my utter shock, my brother stepped over Pradu and urinated on her.

My eyes widened as his piss splashed down into her face. The once-dominating slave mistress opened her mouth and drank it in; the ultimate act of submission. I trembled there. My brother didn’t enjoy pissing on her.

He did it to prove a point.

He stood there, his ass and back black and blue. Blood oozed down his skin. She had beaten him so hard, his bruises bled. Fury swelled through me at her. I wanted to hurt her so much for what she did to him.

And now she drank his piss.

She guzzled it down like it was the sweetest ambrosia in the world. She opened her mouth wide and drank it down. It spilled over her face and soaked her hair. He shuddered, standing there so strong despite all the pain he had suffered.

“Look at him,” Pyrriah whispered in awe. “Look what he did.”

When he finished pissing, every rakshasa sitting up and staring at him, he turned to face Queen Athirmi. He bowed to her. She rose with all her grace, delight on her face. She clapped her hands together.

“Well done, Kurtis,” she purred. “You have not only endured the Trial of Pain, but you have also conquered it. You have done what no others have before.”

He shrugged like it was of no importance what he had done.

“Mmm, Pradu has lost her bet. She is yours to do with as you please.” The queen turned and, as she swept out of the gallery, murmured, “Lasla, enjoy your new slave and tend to your brother.”

I conjured a gold collar to appear around the defeated Pradu’s neck, a giddy rush surging through me. My brother had passed the trials. He would be the ambassador. We would have the protection to travel to the Empire of Shizhuth and find a way to visit the Serpent Oracle so we could find out how to save our captured Father.

How much pain must he be enduring? Throwia, who held him, was the Goddess of Suffering. Her cruelty must outstrip what even Pradu could accomplish. A shiver ran through me. We had to get to the Serpent Oracle.

As we rushed to meet him in the preparatory area, I could tell the rakshasas were worried about my brother. He had frightened them today. A mere human had tamed three of their sisters. They didn’t know we were demigods.

Pride for my brother surged through me. I rushed down the stairs, my feet smacking on the stones, and ran down the tunnel, Pyrriah at my side. Our sex slaves followed. I ran down another flight of stairs and there was Kurtis sagging onto a bench. His back was a mass of wounds. Pradu knelt beside him reeking of piss.

“Gods damn,” my brother groaned as he stretched out on his belly. The horror inflicted on my back and ass made me pause. Tears sprang to my eyes.

“We need a healer!” I shouted. “Where can we get a healer.”

“Potions from the Temple of Slata,” said the slavegirl who had led my brother down here. She stood before a small table that had four vials holding a milky liquid in them. “He may need all of them to recover.”

I darted to them, grabbed two, and ripped the stopper out of the first one with my teeth. I fell to my knees beside the bench. His eyes were closed. He groaned, in agony. I brought the potion to his lips and tilted it back to him.

He groaned after he drank it. I gasped as the blood oozing out of the bruises on his back dwindled. The color of them faded from a deep black to a purple. They shrank on the edges. It hardly seemed to have done anything for him.

“That’s good,” he groaned.

“Here,” I said, pulling off the stopper of the next one. “Drink up. You passed. You did it. You really did it.”

“Sound so… surprised,” he said, grinning.

“Relieved.” I smiled, feeling so elated as I fed him the next healing potion, and the bruises and welts dwindled even more.

Pyrriah fell to her knees with more potions for him. I swallowed. My brother would be fine. We had passed the Trials. It felt so wonderful to have that fear taken from me. We were making progress on our quest. Things no longer felt stagnant.

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Las, God of Lust

“Why are you smiling, Father?” Throwia asked as she lowered her barbed whip.

My body throbbed with pain. With agony. She had started slashing me again, impatient to get what I had hidden. But my son would get there first. Oh, he was taking his time, but there were a lot of distractions in the world.

I would forgive him.

“What, Father?” Throwia hissed.

“Just having fun annoying you, daughter. It’s the only pleasure I’m allowed.”

She shrieked. Thunder cracked outside the window from the storm. The lash fell again, tearing at my divine flesh. The agony was so sweet.

To be continued…

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