Just like yesterday, I was brought upstairs, and shackled to a pillar in the main hall of the massive 'play room,' as Lothelea the maid elf called it.
I stood there, back to the stone column with my wrists tied up over my head. I had a glance around, recognizing the exact same girls as yesterday, in the exact same positions.
I winced when I saw Nepheline in the same spot as yesterday too. It was immediately obvious she'd been taken down and healed at some point during the day, but she was no better off because of it. She was nailed to the X-frame cross again, same as yesterday, but instead of having her legs flayed, she'd merely been horrifically burnt. Her entire body, below the neck was second degree burns, every inch of her skin red and peeling and covered in bubbling blisters. I wasn't sure how they'd managed to get the burns so even... My guess was boiling. And of course, if that wasn't enough, they'd whipped her hard, carving bloody crisscrossing lines across her entire body.
I heard her moan faintly, and tremble for a few moments as a fresh tear rolled down to her chin. Fuck! How was she still conscious?
I looked around for the other unlucky girls from yesterday. Breast bunny was back, still in her place on the opposite end of the room, near the older slaves. She'd had her beautiful breasts perfectly restored, ready for her next round of abuse.
The wolf girl howling on the rack yesterday was all fixed up too, physically, at least. She was near the middle of the room, meaning she'd been here for a while, but not too long. She looked... thoroughly broken by yesterday's torture. She stared forward, dead-eyed, too exhausted and mired in dread to move.
How long had that torture continued after I returned to my cell?
Satan's Butler came upstairs with Chloe, and bound her to the pillar across from me. She looked fine, I supposed. A little worried perhaps. I waggled my fingers at her and smiled cheerfully. She smiled and waggled her fingers in return, looking a bit relieved that I was okay.
That seemed a very Chloe thing to do. I had no idea what sort of fucked up shit happened to her yesterday, yet she was only worried about me.
The last to arrive was the catgirl from yesterday. She sobbed pitifully as the men bound her wrists to the pillar.
"Please... not again," she whined.
Hair Puller's heavy fist crashed into her gut, knocking the wind from her. She gasped and sobbed harder. Apparently begging was bad, but crying was allowed, because the men left her there, sobbing.
Next up was Grandpa Bad Touch, doing the final round of cleaning, getting us nice and fresh for the customers.
The catgirl was first. She continued to cry as the man approached her. The old dude placed a hand beneath the sobbing girl's chin and raised her head gently. He leaned in and kissed her. Not in a platonic nice grandpa way, but in a nasty, raunchy, dirty make-out, with lots of tongue. The catgirl groaned her humiliation into his open mouth, then closed her eyes and submitted to him, kissing him back. Purify activated, and she was soon clean. Grandpa Bad Touch broke the kiss and moved away.
Surprisingly, the catgirl had stopped crying. She was actually blushing at the man. I supposed the average slave girl didn't get kissed very often.
It was Chloe's turn for molestation. Grandpa Bad Touch gently nibbled on her long elf ear, and massaged her breast with a free hand. Chloe took it like a good girl, blushing and moaning beneath his touch. I felt a little pang of jealousy, but soon enough, she too had been Purified.
Grandpa Bad Touch came over to me. I had to admit... I was kind of curious to find out what sort of weird thing he was going to do this time. I felt more amused than actually violated by his perversions. He'd somehow consistently managed to surprise me with his ever-expanding list of bizarre fetishes.
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This time, Grandpa leaned in, placed a palm behind my back, and gently guided my chest forward until the shackles binding my wrists above my head were taught. Then, he stuck his face in my exposed armpit, and licked me hungrily.
"My armpit...? Really, dude?" I said, somewhere between a groan and a chuckle.
No response, no acknowledgement, as usual. The old fart just licked the sweat out of my armpits, both of them. It tickled like crazy and I failed to stifle my giggles. Satisfied, he cupped my breast, proceeded to Purify the rest of my body, and moved on.
As before, the old codger found wonderfully bizarre ways to violate each and every one of the slaves. Ears, noses, eyebrows, pussies and buttholes... Nothing was sacred, no body part safe from his probing fingers and tongue.
Then he was gone, and we hung around waiting for the doors to open again. My eyes were inexorably drawn to poor tortured Nepheline. Her sobs and cries broke the silence of the hall.
To my surprise, I wasn't left waiting for long. Satan's Butler came up to me. He squinted his eyes, and gave me a critical look.
"This one," he said.
Hair Puller, and the other nameless lackey undid my wrist shackles, bound my arms behind me, and dragged me away from the others. I felt a sudden pang of terror in the pit of my stomach.
What were they going to do to me? Was I going to be crucified too? Boiled alive? What did I do? I didn't even mouth off today!
The men dragged me to the entrance, and brought me up the stairs and out of the torture dungeon. I felt an immediate sense of relief, the further I was from the torture equipment, the better.
I left the stone dungeon, and found myself upstairs in an opulent mansion, quite similar in furnishings and quality to the Violet Palace brothel. There were even windows, filled with expensive glass, showing that it was nighttime outside. I was on the ground floor of the building. If I could somehow get away from these big thugs, I could make a break for it.
Or... well probably not. I was willing to bet there would be a tracking enchantment in my collar. They'd be able to capture me again, I suspected. Whoever had taken me had some influence, I doubted the guards or church would offer me much of a safe refuge, even if I was technically taken illegally.
I found myself crossing through an opulent ballroom. Here, red robed gentlemen stood around, sipping their drinks and visiting each other, waiting for the dungeon below to open for the night.
Oh, was I the appetiser? That didn't sound so bad. I didn't see any torture equipment at least.