[NSFW] The Three Trials of Ashara the Barbarian

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  1. hirumono The Hungry Tentacle [__________] Tentacle-Forging Author

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    Every person, fact, or circumstance told herein is purely fictional (and it is not hard to understand why). The author realized this story exclusively for fun, and as such it should be seen. Whoever sees this writing as a way to endorse, support or justify any kind of mistreatment, abuse, exploitation or hate of women, has completely missed its sense and should read no more.

    Ashara, Nalini and Goduras are my own original characters.



    The three Trials of Ashara the Barbarian

    Chapter 1: A long journey

    The winds of Thannamor lashed at its barren lands under the fierce heat of the two suns that gave life and death to that harsh world. Only grey mountains and skeletal trees broke the dull landscape of the Planes of Cinder. In that sullen land, a woman, limber and beautiful, walked alone among the desolate wilderness: her name was Ashara, her blond mane flowing savagely as she strode, calm and wary, shielding her face from the sunlight and the sand. She had seen a little more than twenty springs on that primal, unforgiving world; a place where weakness could often mean a quick and brutal death. But she was strong. Since she could walk and tend to her own needs, she had fought for her right to live, relying only on her strength, her wits, and the magic power she had inherited from her mother, who had been a great shaman among the barbarian people of the Red Plains, the birthplace Ashara had left so soon in her short life.
    Her simple boots raised small clouds of dust from the grey soil while she walked under the clear, blue sky, the fierce sunlight glistening on her bronzed skin and highlighting the woman's beautiful features, her athletic, luscious body, the huge breasts bouncing in her raw top, the hard buttocks moving sensually with her every step. Muscular yet feminine, she was a true vision of beauty, and the fires of youth burned strong in her emerald eyes... together with a resolve uncommon for her age.
    The young barbarian stopped for a moment, wary yet calm, shielding her face from the sun. Her destination was still far away on the horizon, mocking her from the distance and laughing at her foolishness. In that brief moment of rest, Ashara felt all the weight of that long journey. How long had she been traveling? When had her fight started? In a moment, she was in Shadizar again, living by the day as a mercenary; then she was a defender of the Great Temple, learning the wisdom from the priests of N'Garath. The sheer determination in her face faded a bit, leaving place for a passing smile. Those days had been way too short... and ended miserably.
    All of her body tensed instantly, her legs projected her in a three meters jump, and she locked her emerald eyes on the Pebble Beast even before she knew what it was, before its deadly jaws closed, biting the air where her head had been only moments ago. Her Argalian sword flashed in her hand and struck the attacker, ricocheting against its stone-covered skin. But when the vicious predator turned in the direction of the blow, it found nothing; its prey was already behind it, grabbing its thick tail and planting her feet firmly on the ground with a thundering war cry - and the beast, with its half-ton weight, was thrown in the air, landing heavily on its back, its snout petrified into something that a human would have called surprise. An instant later, three feet of shining Argalian steel split its heart in two through its unprotected underside, and its life bled over the parched soil.
    Ashara pulled her sword from the carcass, panting slowly, shaking from that impressive feat of strength. Her gift had saved her life once again, she thought polishing the blade, her glance lost in the distance. Her mother had called it 'the magic of the third eye'. She said that it would give her 'sight beyond sight'; but for all Ashara knew - and cared for - it granted a glimpse of those few, precious instants of future which might spell life or death in the brutal world that was Thannamor.
    Yet, would even that precious gift be enough? Would she reach her destination, and brave the three Trials?
    A moment later, the young barbarian straightened, determination hardening her eyes, and resumed her journey.

    One month had passed since the young barbarian had left the last village before the Mountains of Steel; now, finally, the ominous grey peaks towered over her in their ageless majesty - both a promise of undreamed rewards, and a warning of the swift death awaiting those who braved their heights. Ashara took a steep path that was little more than a cattle track, and after some time walking uphill, she came to a point where the dull grey rock rose from the ground almost vertically, towards the sky. She started climbing, only her bare hands and her great strength keeping the blonde warrior tied to the world of the living. She had to proceed very slowly, testing every nub, every crevice before shifting her weight to make even the smallest movement; it took the whole afternoon to conquer the side of the mountain, but finally, she pulled herself up on a small ridge, where a gaping maw opened in the mountainside. That had to be the entrance to the abode of the most powerful magician in the world: Goduras the Immortal, master of Magic, wielder of a power so great that the very forces of Life and Death bent to do his bidding.
    Her every sense on alert, Ashara slid into the opening, crouching under the low ceiling, while her emerald eyes darted everywhere to catch a glimpse of any sign of danger in the fading light. The gallery went down, deeper into the mountain: as complete darkness surrounded her, only those shards of green were still visible dancing in the dank gloom, as if they held within them a spark of daylight.
    Ancient lore guided the young barbarian, pushing her further into that black gulf that knew neither day nor night. Words from the ancient Oracles echoed in her mind: "...And then a woman, strong both in body and in spirit, shall come forth and brave the Mountains of Steel, to conquer three Trials: so that her heart's desire may be manifest in front of Great Goduras..."
    A dim light became visible after a turn, and her heart began racing into her chest; the gallery suddenly widened into a large circular space lit by torches that burnt without heat nor smoke. Strange geometric symbols were etched on the ground; on the opposite side, another gallery went down into the darkness.
    That had to be the place. She took a moment to calm down, and then her voice echoed strong and firm in the caverns.
    "I am Ashara of the Red Plains! I have come to undertake the three Trials of Goduras, as written in the Oracles of Akriban!"
    The silence of the Underworld devoured her voice. Ashara crossed her arms and waited, keeping her senses on alert, but after some moments her body stiffened in answer to a faint noise in the distance. Her every muscle stretched, she bent forward, ready for everything. Light footsteps were coming from the gallery in front of her... time seemed to slow to a crawl, a drop of sweat trickled along her cheek as she waited, clenching the handle of her sword. Finally, the dim light traced the outline of a small humanoid figure, shrouded in a dark, heavy mantle, an ample hood cloaking his head. A lamp, burning without smoke, hung from his hands.
    "Greetings" he said in a low, calm voice. "May you be welcome in mighty Goduras' abode, Ashara of the Red Plains. I am here to escort you in the place where you will meet your destiny."
    The bronzed warrior examined the figure at a distance, eyes flashing with suspicion. He was human, she decided, though smaller than everybody she had ever seen. His movements were composed and calm as he stood there, waiting for her reaction. Ashara perceived no immediate threat from him and relaxed, lowering her sword.
    "I came to see Goduras the Wizard. I will undertake his Trials, whatever they are. Lead on."
    "Follow me then" the small figure simply replied, turning back to the gallery he had come from. He didn't wait to see if she was following him, just vanishing into the eerie gloom of the caverns.
    An ominous feeling clenched Ashara's strong heart for a second, but her determination was stronger than fear. She descended into the passage, following the wavering light in front of her, and entered a larger cavern, where moisture lazily condensed over enormous stalactites, trickling down and dripping on the ground with faint plops. The air was damp, but not as cold as before: a pool of dark, still water occupied the center of the cavern: She saw the hooded figure waiting on its side.
    "Disrobe yourself" he said, without any trace of color in his voice. Ashara's eyes widened, her savage temper surfacing.
    "Do you want me to strip naked here, in front of you?" she asked menacingly. Among her people, nudity was as common a thing as the clouds in the sky, but she was aware of the lust hiding in the hearts of 'civilized' people; she would not indulge the lewd fantasies of that misshapen gnome. Her sword rose noticeably. Yet, her guide remained calm, answering simply "Yes."
    Seconds went by, marked by the endless dripping of water. Then Ashara's hand went to her leather top and started untying it. Her eyes were locked on the dwarf, but he showed no change in his posture, not a single movement that could betray an emotion. After some work, the top fell to the ground, and Ashara's huge mammaries swung free, soft and full, their pink nipples hardening instantly at the touch of the cold air of the cavern. The blonde warrior's breasts were visibly paler than the rest of her tanned body, creating a contrast that added magnificently to her great beauty. They were also bigger than would be expected by looking at her clothed figure; in spite of their huge size, they pointed proudly forward, swinging, at the same time innocent and alluring, with her every little movement.
    Ashara kept her gaze on her guide, ready to thrust her sword forward and split his heart in two; she started untying her coarse leather boots, feeling a shiver when her naked feet, as pale as her breasts, touched the cold, damp ground. After a last suspicious gaze at him, she lowered her loincloth, revealing two shapely, firm and full buttocks, together with a bush of blonde hair as bright as pure gold. A big, pink clitoris peered out from that curly nest, and the contrast between the bronzed flesh of her legs, the pale skin of her waist and that patch of gold was absolutely stunning. That was a sight that would have set any man's heart on fire, and many were those who had died while trying to take that beauty for themselves without Ashara's consent.
    She let the raw loincloth reach the ground, then removed one foot from it and kicked the garment aside with the other one. Her hands on her hips, she proudly faced the dwarf, who was still unmoving and concentrated as if he was living in another world. "What comes next?"
    "Please bathe in that pool" whispered the figure. "It will purify your body from the dirt and the sweat of your long journey."
    Now that he said it, she noticed that she did need a good bath, and it looked like a good idea at the moment: meeting the most powerful wizard in the world would be easier if she didn't stink like a rotten marg. Ashara left her sword on the side of the pool - close enough that she could grasp it at any moment - and touched the chilling water with her toes. Shivering, she slid into the pool and started washing thoroughly, grateful for that refreshment after the many weeks of travel in the Planes of Cinder. She massaged her breasts, cleaning them from all the sweat and the dust, then concentrated on her toned belly, her beautiful navel, down to her buttocks and her golden bush. After cleansing her legs and feet, she emerged slowly, water dripping from her perfect body as if she was a goddess, just born from the sea of Creation.
    She squeezed her wet hair, feeling more relaxed; after retrieving her sword, she strode to her outfit and knelt down to take it, but the calm voice stopped her.
    "Leave your garments there. From now on, you won't need them."
    Ashara snapped at him. "What?" The look in her eyes was not pleasant as she slowly stood up. "You mean that I'm to face the Trials - and the Wizard - completely naked??"
    "Yes. It is necessary, and it is the will of great Goduras." With these words, he entered a narrow passage in the grey rock and vanished.
    Ashara's green eyes followed him until the shadows swallowed his small figure. She decided she didn't like that wizard at all, nor how things were shaping out, yet... she was there for a reason. And she wouldn't be stopped by such trifles. "If that's the way it is" she said, her beautiful features hardening - "let's have a look at these Trials."

    Chapter 2: The first Trial

    The passage led her to a huge cave, whose titanic walls were lined with veins of a strange ore, emanating light such as Ashara had never seen before. In its center a black metal platform stood atop a raised part of the floor, about six feet high, with some rock steps on its side; and right above, a great slab of rock, suspended by thick chains attached to its four corners, cast its dark shadow on the smooth, dark metal. On the opposite side of the cave, a huge triangular opening was barred by a solid mass of rock: the strange cloaked figure was waiting for her just beside it.
    "If you wish to face the Trials, reach the platform."
    Warily, the blonde barbarian climbed the stairs and inspected the metal surface, finding out that it had a solid metal disk with two handles in its center, about three feet wide and decorated with strange runes. It remembered her of a manhole cover, but it was much more massive. She also noticed that the slab over her head had a corresponding cavity that looked like it was made to accommodate the disk, and more runes were engraved inside of it.
    "You are correct" echoed the calm voice behind her, as if reading her thoughts. "Your task is to lift the disk and hold it into the recess over your head, for no less than one full minute; once it is done, the door will open, and the first Trial shall be complete."
    Ashara looked at the disk and gave the handles a pull. It was heavy, but definitely not impossible to lift and hold up for a minute, she thought. "And that's it? All I have to do is to keep this up?"
    The dwarf's voice was unfathomable as always. "Keep it in place, whatever might happen. If you let the disk slide out even once, the door won't open, and you will have failed."
    "And just what might happen?" She pierced the enigmatic figure with her sharp eyes, but received no answer. Her guide just stood there, as still as the rest of the cavern. Suddenly the young warrior spread her legs apart, got a deep breath and then, growling, lifted the metal object over her head; the massive disk - weighing more that 200 pounds - slid exactly into the cavity with a low grinding noise. Immediately the runes inscribed over it began radiating a red light and the rock mass barring the exit started moving, apparently revolving around a pivot placed just over the vertex of the triangular opening. The barbarian was panting, adjusting her legs to better withstand the weight over her head, while her abdomen curved inwards, her every muscle tightening. That big rock wheel, she calculated, would turn around until a hole in it matched with the door. But it was so damn SLOW!
    Something drew her attention to the cavity just before her naked feet, carved in the metal platform, that had been hosting the disk in the first place. There was an inner border, one-inch wide, meant to hold its metal cover and preventing it from falling into a deep hole just below; the light of the cavern could not penetrate the depths of whatever place it led to. Now the whole thing just reminded her of a manhole, and - rather unpleasantly - of the sewer under it. A drop of sweat trickled over her brow, but she concentrated and squinted her emerald eyes. Had she seen something moving?...
    As fast as lightning, a tentacle darted out of the gloom and reached for her left leg, coiling around her tanned flesh, its touch chilling as if a dead man had grabbed her with his rotten hand. She let out a cry of surprise and revulsion; the disk moved a bit, but in a moment she regained her control and her muscles pushed the metal object firmly in place.
    "What is it?! What's happening?" she shouted at the hooded figure in the distance, while the obscene tendril caressed her thigh. Its flesh was almost transparent, its tip ended in what could have been a round mouth, opening and closing rhythmically, while on the underside, a row of small, diaphanous suction cups shook slowly in all directions, as if savoring the air.
    "Now it's starting" said quietly the diminutive man.
    "What?! What is starting?" Ashara's voice was veined with distress as she struggled to maintain her effort.
    "Your Trial."
    Two, three, half a dozen more tentacles darted from the darkness, assaulting the barbarian's legs, kissing her feet, her buttocks, her inner thighs; some of them massaged her abdomen, while some others showed more than a passing interest for her golden bush, cupping her clitoris, probing her inner lips, savoring the scent of her most intimate juices.
    "Make them stop!" the barbarian shouted, her concentration almost breaking. She was fighting the urge to slam the heavy disk onto those hellish abominations, again and again, until only a shapeless mound of obscene transparent flesh remained.
    "I would not, even if I could" was the calm answer. "They are there for a reason. Concentrate on your task, because from now on, you will need every bit of your strength."
    Ashara looked at him with fire in her eyes, her cheeks glowing red from the humiliation of that disgusting assault. She felt inhuman fingers twisting inside her most intimate place, eliciting responses that she would not admit, their cold touch an exciting contrast to the heat surging into her womb. Between her nether lips she felt a swelling she knew very well; her sensitive clitoris, gently stroked and titillated, answered to the alien stimulation with a zest she would have never expected, throbbing in the transparent coils that caressed its head, shuddering whenever a tentacle inside her womanhood expertly pressed a certain spot. Sweat ran in streams along her glistening skin. Another tentacle was sliding up and down between her buttocks, stopping once in a while to tease the rim of her butthole. She grinned her teeth, panting heavily for the effort and excitement of that infernal Trial. The transparent pseudopods had reached Ashara's breasts; two of them were slowly fondling the soft mounds, while others kneaded her nipples, pulling and squeezing them, until they were completely swollen and hard.
    Suddenly, the round mouths on top of the tentacles cupped Ashara's areolas, sucking their tender flesh in, and the young barbarian's mouth opened wide, in bewilderment, danger flashing in her emerald eyes. She felt a terrible pull over her mammaries, a painful feeling she had never felt and, yet, she knew terribly well that in that moment, her physical strength was being sucked out. It was as if her every last muscle was being drained, as if every bit of power in her body was flowing away, some hideous power extracting, siphoning it from her very flesh.
    At the same time, all the other tentacles that had been fondling her torso and legs stroke together, attaching with mouths and suckers to her feet, calves, thighs, abdomen, buttocks; some were thrusting powerfully into her helpless pussy, sucking its walls and the delicate cervix at its end. Some others forced their way into the young woman's tight butthole, twisting and pushing against her sphincter, penetrating ever deeper.
    But wherever they attached, they took away, using their terrible magic to extract the very essence of strength from Ashara. A terrible emptiness took the place of all the might and vigour in her body; the barbarian felt the massive disk becoming heavier and heavier, moving down in its niche, and knew that she couldn't go on for long. Her limbs were weakening. She panted, starting to feel dizzy... looking down, she saw her legs shaking, obscene tentacles coiling around them, like the arms of a cruel lover from the pits of Hell. Some mouths were sucking her bare feet, others moved rhythmically, attached to her calves and inner thighs. One was writhing frantically while cupping her navel, as if in ecstasy, while another went back and forth over her clitoris, both stimulating and draining the turgid glans. All of those mouths - all of the filthy tentacles bearing them... weren't transparent anymore. They shone from the inside, full of a light that came from her, flowing along their disgusting length and vanishing into the hole in the pedestal, gulped by the darkness... lost forever.
    Ashara screamed with pain, with rage, feeling violated in a way she would never believe... struck by something that she could not counter, that stole what was rightfully hers! A wave of fury surged into her heart, nourishing her might. She shouted, rebelling to that outrageous rape, pushing the disk up even harder than before. Sweat ran all along her face and body, her skin glistening, highlighting her tormented muscles.
    "Keep fighting" echoed the dwarf's voice, still hatefully calm over her maelstrom of rage. "The Ancient will feast over your essence, drinking all of your strength, until it sucks you dry. Your only hope to win is by completing the Trial."
    Ashara did not need to be encouraged. Grinding her teeth, breathing deeper, faster, she concentrated to exert every last bit of her fading power. The abomination in the pit felt this new surge of energy, and his tentacles writhed with greed, sucking harder and harder, eager to drain that young woman's savage, boundless strength. The blonde warrior's eyes opened wide, like green gemstones lit by fire. There was a ray of light coming from a split in the door... By the Gods, she was almost there! A growl of anticipation rose from her throat.
    The last seconds were like painful drops of eternity, an ancient abomination feasting on the immense muscular energy of a young, barbaric warrior. Ashara lived in a trance where the obscenity's power and her own steel resolve clashed like the only two things in the universe. The very moment the glowing runes sent shivers to her consciousness, she knew with a part of her mind that the fateful door had finally opened: instantly, that cursed disk smashed on the ground with a thunderous boom that echoed in the cavern, along with a supernatural screech that was neither human nor beastly. Free from the demon's grasp, the barbarian felt her legs going limp and collapsed on the cold ground, unable to stand up, her face just a few inches from a palpitating mass of transparent pulp. For minutes she lay there, panting, unaware of a quiet presence on her side, of its concentrated stare that ran all over her naked body. Finally, he spoke.
    "You have done well. The first Trial is complete."
    Those words triggered something into Ashara. A surge of fury revived her and she grasped the cloaked dwarf, lifting its diminutive form from the ground.
    "I have done well, you say" she panted. Her low growl was threatening as she shook her prisoner, while barely standing on her knees. "That demon - fed upon me. It sucked my essence! My strength!" Her voice reverberated loudly on the ancient rock walls, then fell down to a whisper. "It raped me."
    Her prisoner's flailing, choking and babbling sparked a flash of fierce pleasure into her emerald eyes. "I was merely following great Goduras' orders. I could not reveal the nature of the Trial."
    He fell to the ground with a thud, fumbling to stand up. "No permanent harm has been made" he panted. "Your strength is not lost and will flourish again, with time. About the rape... know that you might have to face even worse than that."
    The naked barbarian stood up, shaking visibly; anger did not sustain her anymore and she almost fell down again. Dragging herself to the open door, she picked her sword up along the way, stumbling from its weight. "I'll see the end of this" she muttered. "And then, we'll settle things among us."

    Chapter 3: The second Trial

    A soft, warm light welcomed the weakened barbarian in a small cavern housing a big stone table - or maybe an altar? - decorated with arcane symbols; just over it was a shining sphere about a foot wide, magically floating in the air. Its luminescence shifted, vibrated, turned curiously almost as if it had a will of its own, but Ashara wasn't willing to contemplate its mysteries. She leaned against the stone structure with her bare buttocks, feeling as if she was on the verge of collapsing from enervation.
    "The second Trial" she snarled to her guide. "Bring it on. Now." Weak as she now was, just the idea of facing an ordeal like the past one looked like sheer madness. But she didn't care about it. Her will to go on was simply unbreakable.
    "In a moment." The little cloaked man's composure was perfect, as if nothing had happened at all. "You may rest a little while; I will prepare everything."
    The blonde warrior threw her head backwards, unexpectedly grateful for that instant of respite. She closed her eyes, bathing into the strange shimmering light, her long, blond mane caressing her back. The sweat all over her magnificent naked body dried as minutes passed, her muscles stopped crying for rest and all exhaustion was swept away, leaving only an hypnotic dullness... a draining of all emotion. Ashara's green eyes were now open and staring deeply into the vivid light, enraptured. She felt absently happy and did not realize - or did not care - that an invisible force was gently lifting her body and laying her over the stone table. She felt the weight of her enormous mammaries shifting and spreading all over her chest, making breathing a bit harder. She smiled. Now, all that mattered to her were the radiating sphere and its light, engulfing her figure, fondling her like the hands of a tender lover. From within her soul something cried desperately for attention, something that - she knew - was very important, that urged her to wake up, to return to reality. Should she listen to it? The light immediately changed: a soft weariness came over her, dulling everything, sucking all emotion and willpower away. She felt herself falling down, in an endless well of light where silent webs enveloped her mind and soul.

    "mmmMINE."

    The voice did not come from the external world, but from inside her own mind. That realization left Ashara panicked, enough to break the spell she had been entangled in. Shaking her head to free herself from the arcane webs woven in her soul, she found herself lying on the stone table, both her arms and legs spread and held fast by a force that was neither visible nor physical; a hideous power, horribly ancient, was paralyzing her limbs and turning them into living stone.

    "You are mmmmine nnow."

    The shining sphere over her was now almost twice the size she remembered and twisted menaciously, shifting its shape while its glimmer throbbed in anticipation. The desperate barbarian thrashed around trying to break the curse that was pinning her body down to the slab of rock. She noticed in horror that the shimmering light was impossibly becoming substantial, taking form and matter before her very eyes, condensing and finally materializing in a definite shape. But that shape was a thing threw up from the undreamt depths of Hell. It came down over her, on leathery wings, twisting its obscene mass to rest with its six appendages over the stone altar. Balancing on its tail, the demon arched backwards, bursting in a blood-curdling screech that made no noise in the small cavern, still bathed in the hypnotic, iridescent light. Its abhorrent joy echoed deep within Ashara's soul, unearthing fears long forgotten, chilling her consciousness. She stared at the demon, transfixed, not unlike a mouse looking straight into a snake's eyes. Yet, the thing towering over her naked body could not see her; what should have been its head was no more than a roughly cylindrical mass of flesh, ending in a gaping mouth crowned by a mass of twisting tendrils that felt the air around them with disgusting anticipation. That nightmarish head was supported by a long, mobile neck, very similar to other four appendages coming out of the beast's muscular trunk, obscene fleshy tentacles armed with mouths that gasped in the all-encompassing light. A long tail was sticking out of the creature's pelvis, and its legs had strong paws armed with powerful talons.
    Yet, as real and terrible as it was, that product of universal insanity was still one with the glowing light, both born from and emanating the twisted radiance...
    With blinding speed, its "head" thrust towards Ashara's face and ensnared her beautiful mouth, its tiny tentacles latching around her jaw, in the obscene caricature of a kiss. The young woman shook from her trance, bewildered, a muffled scream raising from her throat. Then her green eyes opened even wider and she started thrashing wildly about, trying to break free from that unholy embrace, her cries of horror heightening. Two secondary "mouths" greedily attached to her temples, while the remaining two cupped her soft, unprotected breasts and started pulling and pushing the pale mounds of flesh in a rhythmic motion, as if they were milking the huge mammaries.
    Now Ashara was shaking uncontrollably, her eyes closed in a wince of pain. Over her own muffled screams, from a distance that felt like infinite, she heard the calm voice of her guide: "As you certainly realized, this demon feeds upon your arcane powers. You must break free of its clutches before you are completely drained, warrior, or you will be lost."
    The blonde barbarian's eyes opened wide, filled with rage. The first demon stole her strength, and now this one wanted to suck her magic away?! She focused her mind, fighting against the eldritch forces that held her still on the stone altar, but the beast immediately began sucking more and more of her inner strength, enticed by that display of willpower. Ashara arched her back in pain and despair, frantically looking for a way to end that torture before she was sucked dry. The tentacles latched on her head were writhing, savoring the raw magic they were extracting from their young prey. The naked warrior shivered with dread: thin filaments of ice were twisting into her head and through her nipples, looking for her power, draining every single drop of it... she felt as if her soul was becoming thinner, her essence weaker with every passing second. The beast flapped its wings in triumph and pulled its main "mouth" away from Ashara's face, a screech of excitement bursting from its rearing head. The helpless barbarian cried in horror at the sight of a new, unmistakable limb coming out of the beast's crotch, understanding even too well what was going to happen next.
    The demon adjusted its position to bring its misshapen cock to the woman's golden bush, while its tentacles continued draining her waning magic powers. Its lower body rubbed against Ashara's abdomen in lustful anticipation; she felt the tip of the obscene, swollen member pushing against her labia and clenched her teeth, trying to twist away from under the demon's weight.
    "It is going to impregnate you" she heard the dwarf telling her. "Once its semen is planted in your fertile womb, its spawn will develop inside of you, draining your magic as their nourishment... for the rest of your life."
    At these words, the blonde prisoner realized the ever greater danger before her. She would not allow this to happen, no matter what! Gathering every ounce of her will, Ashara concentrated feverishly on her magic power and its significance. "The third eye. Sight beyond sight." Her mother's words came to her mind as she looked at her own arms, pinned down to the altar by an arcane force. "Let me see." Desperately, she squinted her eyes. "Let me see what's keeping me prisoner."
    Gradually, she could get a glimpse of many, ethereal red lines all over her arms and legs. They were weaving the spell that kept her from moving, that cheated her into believing she couldn't move. An illusion! Sweating with concentration, she focused her dwindling power on these lines, imagining her own hands tearing them off, and the hold on her limbs decreased instantly: a wild joy filled her heart... and in that moment, the long, disgusting cock forced its way into her warm pussy, thrusting powerfully while Ashara shouted at the beast with helpless rage. The demon screeched its inhuman satisfaction at every deep push, excitement building up, waiting for the moment its seed would impregnate that powerful woman. The naked barbarian was fighting desperately against her mystic bonds, the red lines were breaking one by one and life flew again into her limbs as the spell weakened. The demonic cock thrust even more savagely into her, ready to spray its unholy semen in that fertile womb... with a final push, the beast reared its grotesque head and screeched its release. The shrill cry rose and then ended abruptly, the demon stopped as if frozen in place... a tanned hand was clenching its cock, preventing it from ejaculating.
    "Go fuck some other demon... in Hell" growled the naked warrior on the altar, finally free from the monster's trap. With savage joy she hurled a fist at the creature's head, the grisly shape warped and flickered under the blow as if losing a bit of its substance. Reeling back, the demon let Ashara slide from under its weight: she rose on her feet instantly and landed two more blows on the misshapen head, then, with a grin, she closed her hands on its "neck" and started crushing it. The beast twisted in pain, lashing at her with its tentacles, but they were already losing their consistency just like the rest of its body; as seconds passed, the whole nightmarish form trembled and dissolved into the shimmering light it had been born from. The radiance was retracting in a sphere again, smaller than before, pulsating with a reddish hue: it let out a cry, sped up the wall and vanished in a small hole in the ceiling.
    "Cursed hellspawn" spat Ashara, climbing off the altar, as the world started spinning around her. She felt weak inside; both her mind and soul had been thoroughly drained... spoiled of any power. Her magic could help her no more.
    "Excellently done, warrior." The words came as a mockery to her. "That was a very dangerous demon, known to hunt magical beings and suck their magic powers while they are prisoner in its illusions."
    "And it just sucked mine... right?" She was growling menacingly as she faced her guide, a dangerous spark in her eyes. "Few minutes ago another demon from Hell devoured my strength, and now this... tell me, are these "trials" just Goduras' way to feed his little pets?"
    "Sacrifice is an essential part of the Trials. Your magic, like your strength, will renew itself - given time. What was taken away is just the price for entering Goduras' abode."
    "And what else does that damn mage want from me?!" Her angry voice boomed into the small cavern. "What's the final sacrifice about? I don't have anything else to offer, save for my life!"
    "Come, and you will see" he replied, turning slowly around the altar and pushing a decoration on its border. With a low rumble, a part of the cave wall slid aside, revealing a narrow passage. "Do not fear. Your life is not, and was never, at stake."
    He vanished in the tunnel, leaving the barbarian alone in the small chamber, its shadows now kept at bay only by a single torch burning quietly in a niche. Ashara stood there for a while, wild emotions stirring her soul, threatening to shred her resolve to pieces. She longed to give in to her instincts and kill the little man, run away from that cursed hole and forget about the Mage forever. But that would mean giving up on her chance to plead with him. To make her wish come true. Much depended on her victory, and much had already been sacrificed to come to that point. She knew she really had no choice at all. Clinging to her determination, Ashara of the Red Plains took her sword and entered the unlit passage.

    Chapter 4: The third Trial

    The sweet scent permeating the air surprised her. It felt strangely relaxing, almost soothing, though it was completely unknown to her... she looked around, uncertain about her new surroundings. The small cave she was in had a much higher temperature than the others and the warrior felt comfortable for the first time, completely naked as she was. The light there was dim, warm. Almost without realizing it, Ashara took some steps forward, noticing how strange the floor of that cozy cavern was: it felt almost like walking on soft moss. Looking more carefully, she could catch a glimpse of something like a thin fur the same color of the ground... it was warm, and she stroke her bare feet against it, grateful for that soothing sensation. She ran one hand along her blonde mane and sighed, relaxing, tension and anger quickly draining into nothingness... those feelings alarmed her, reminding of the deceitful aura of peace that had entranced her just minutes ago. She was sure that another monster was hiding behind that pleasurable appearance. But suddenly, her hand started playing with her left nipple almost by itself, stroking the pink mound, and when its sensitive flesh hardened under her fingers, the feeling was stronger than any she had ever experienced before. Then she realized that her other hand was reaching for her crotch; her clitoris was hardening and swelling, a droplet running along her inner thigh, meaning unmistakably that she was wet and ready for love. She fought against the urge of pushing her sword's hilt deep inside of her dripping pussy and masturbating furiously, there, in the middle of the Trials. Furiously, Ashara shook her head and took a fighting stance, her hands closed into fists. "Enough with illusions!" Her powerful shout broke the peaceful atmosphere of the small cave. "Stop mocking me, Wizard! Give me a fair Trial, not these sick games!"
    "Do not fear." she heard the toneless voice answering to her explosion of rage. "This time you will be neither deceived, nor attacked. On the contrary, your participation is requested."
    "Participation in what?" Ashara squinted her emerald eyes in blatant distrust. "Tell me everything this time, and speak the truth."
    "Gladly." There could have been a note of satisfaction in his voice this time.
    "The last sacrifice is about your vitality. You are young, and the flame of your life burns bright inside of you. As does your sexual desire." He pointed to her wet pussy. "That will be your last offering. Give all your passion - your hot lifeforce to great Goduras, and the final door will open."
    His words would have seemed a fool's raving to anybody, but there, in those forgotten caves where demons and dark magics lurked, they were far too real and terrible... as were their implications. Ashara's gaze became as cold as the winter of the North. "So that's the true meaning of this. The Trials are just a scam. You're in cahoots with those demons - or maybe even one of them. They've already taken both my strength and my magic away, so now it's time to kill me! You want my life!" She lifted her sword, ready to administer the killing blow that would be the end of that hateful little man.
    "I never said that." Even in front of certain death, he was as impassive as ever. "A sacrifice is required, and so it shall be. But your life is not in danger. If this was all an elaborate trick to kill you, don't you think you would be in chains now - or already dead?"
    She stopped halfway her thrust, considering his words. Her emotions were clashing like the furious winds over the Plains she had been born in. As incredible as it could be, she believed him; there was just something in his flat voice, convincing her beyond any rational doubt that he was not there to see her dead.
    "Let's assume for a moment that you're not lying." She kept her sword at his heart's height, ready to kill him where he stood. "How would this happen? I assume another of those... creatures is waiting for me to kneel on the floor and offer myself, so that I may be mounted like a savage mare??"
    "You're wrong. As I said, there will be no attack this time. If you would follow me?"
    He turned around as if he had been speaking to a gentle maid, and not to a naked barbarian anxious to see him dead. Reaching a raised spot on the floor where the strange growth was thicker and higher, he gestured to her, pointing to something partly hidden by the long fur. Wary, Ashara reached the spot, to see something that could resemble a mushroom... no, that was no mushroom; looking better, the warrior realized that it was a limp male penis, the length of her forearm and almost as thick as her wrist. Its head was covered by a long hood; touching it carefully, she found it was warm and soft, though it seemed to come out from the very rock of the cavern.
    She turned to the dwarf, shocked. "You mean... I should... put that thing into myself?!"
    "That is required to fulfill the Trial. The choice is, again, up to you. You braved a long voyage to come here, you gave up a lot of yourself to pass the Trials: are you willing to face the last sacrifice?"
    That said, he left the small cave, as if his task had been completed. Ashara stood silent. She had been already raped twice since she had stepped into that cursed grotto, her body and her soul had been defiled and stripped of their dignity... of their very power... now, she had to take that grotesque cock and impale herself over it, coming like a bitch in heat, giving up her last shred of pride.
    The blonde barbarian crouched slowly on the thick layer of fur, a grim espression clouding her beautiful features. She would never do it for riches or power, not even if there had been gold worth a king's ransom at stake, or a whole kingdom for that mattered. She would do it only for herself... for that longing that burned deep into her heart. Her green eyes were glowing even brighter than ever as she took the giant cock in her hands and started massaging its head under the hood, feeling it answering under her fingers, the rhythmic surges of pressure in its flesh, swelling, hardening, coming to life in response to her touch. Now its size had increased noticeably, though she knew it wasn't anywhere near its maximum extension or girth; and Ashara wondered if she could really take that thing inside of herself. Creepy as that could be, she also felt strangely excited by the phallus in her hands, the trickle between her thighs increased a bit, and she found she longed to feel that monster filling her.
    She unhooded the thick glans and ran a finger over its smooth surface, tracing its outline as if to be certain that monster was real. Its smell was the same that permeated everything there, soothing and heightening her senses. The young woman kissed the cock's head, twirling her tongue over its tip, and then, slowly, she swallowed the brown glans until it vanished into her mouth, her cheeks now burning with excitement. Ashara's head started moving back and forth, savoring the strange taste of that unnatural cock while her tongue ran along its crown and her hand stroke its shaft, eliciting pulses of inhuman pleasure from it. Her nipples were on fire, harder than she ever remembered, her clitoris swollen and fully erect. She stroke it while her juices poured freely along her thighs. She realized that the reactions of her body, the excitement she was feeling were the result of a subtle and sneaky manipulation, but she didn't care, and sucked the huge cock with greed, swallowing its head deeper and deeper, then licking its shaft, its crown, until it was as swollen and hard as it could be.
    The moment had come. Ashara was crouching over the unearthly phallus, moving its head along her labia, a shiver of pleasure running along her spine. She gritted her teeth and held the hard cock fast against her crotch as she started moving her hips in circles, to wrap her tight pussy around its head, slowly, sliding it deeper inch by inch, panting... until the young warrior was completely filled by that gigantic penis. It was hot and hard inside her, its scent seemed to be expanding into her womb, penetrating every part of her body, heightening her senses, her feelings, multiplying her sensitivity. Her vaginal muscles began throbbing along with her clitoris and her breath became heavy, as her mind got more and more intoxicated. She knew she was losing control, but she couldn't help it. Throwing her hands back against the ground to support herself, she arched backwards and started moving up and down, her huge breasts following her every movement, bouncing beautifully in the dim light; excitement rushed along her like a tidal wave and she threw her head forward, panting heavily, her mouth open wide, impaling herself again and again on that innatural cock, sweat running along all her muscular body. The penis was shining of a dim, reddish light, increasing with every passing second. Ashara's vitality was slowly pouring into it, stolen through her burning sexual desire... on some level she realized it even without having to see the warm radiance, she could feel being drained, her passion, her lifeforce sucked away, slowly absorbed by some kind of dark magic - the very same force heightening her libido to levels she would not believe. She didn't care about that. "If... I must" she panted "I will make it worth it."
    She stepped up her pace, grunting and moaning in rapture until she lost perception of time, floating in a sea of sexual desire, excited beyond any point she had ever known; intoxicated - she knew - by the very air that permeated the cavern, her nostrils, her lungs, bringing a scent of lust that wiped out everything else, leaving only the feeling of that swollen cock thrusting inside of her. Ashara tensed, feeling a powerful orgasm building, her clitoris throbbing faster and faster, a soft warmth growing inside of her womb: throwing her head backwards, she opened her mouth wide, gasping, her eyes transfixed, release coming near... and with a powerful cry, the naked barbarian came, powerfully, savagely, shouting her bliss loud, shaking without control as she was flooded by unrestrained emotions, wild flashes of light and pleasure blinding her mind. Her tight pussy clenched the huge cock with powerful rhythmic throbs, gushing drops of warm juice while her abdomen contracted rhythmically. An intense, raging flow of vital energy poured into the swollen member as warmth and life were sucked away from Ashara's young body; gradually, her breasts became softer, her nipples withered and shrunk, her clitoris lost its turgid roundness, deflating like her aching muscles... when the last traces of vitality were finally absorbed, she remained there, shaking.
    "G-gods..."
    Her green eyes were looking at the ceiling without seeing it. She was panting, exhausted, knowing that a part of her had just been taken away. The giant penis between her legs, still hard, was shining with stolen lifeforce. She started pulling away from it, feeling revulsion for having been penetrated by that accursed thing.
    But her ordeal was far from over. As soon as she tried to stand up, the dark magic reawakened, rushing along her body like a tidal wave, firing her libido up: suddenly she just could not pull out from that swollen cock, her pelvis stopped as if by itself and went back, resuming the seesawing motion along its length, pleasure filling her as she felt the hard glans thumping against her cervix. Two huge hands rose from the ground and grasped her waist, helping her movements while more demonic hands grasped her wrists and ankles. She realized that the entity would not let her go until the last drop of sexual energy had been pumped out of her!
    "N-no! Let me go! I... I've given you everything I had!" she shouted, trying to regain control of her own will. But the infernal scent obliterated everything, eliciting sensations she thought lost. It was stronger than before, more intoxicating: it set Ashara on fire, literally wringing the desire out of her. Her young body promptly responded and she felt hardness returning to her nipples, her clitoris swelling under the pressure and warmth of the blood filling it, her breath became deeper, her skin warmer, while all her body yearned for sex.
    Suddenly she jumped, surprised and excited: another hand, more slender and delicate than the ones keeping her prisoner, was unhooding her clitoris, stroking its sides, its bottom, its tip. Like the others, that hand was apparently coming out from the rock itself, on the top of an arm seated in the thick fur that covered the floor of that small cave. Ashara jumped again when the slender, clawed fingers poked the bottom side of her sensitive clit. Then they started massaging the pleasure organ, back and forth between index and thumb: the young prisoner arched backwards, moaning, an intense wave of passion overcoming her. She took the lead, moving her hips, following the movements of those expert fingers over her clitoris, while she kept pumping the humongous penis inside of her, deeper and deeper. Ashara's huge breasts slapped and bounced over her chest; a flux of juices poured from deep inside her, trickling along the otherworldly shaft that shone brighter and brighter with her stolen vitality. Intoxicated, she felt her orgasm mounting and increased the pace, knowing deep inside that she was just giving the demon what it wanted, that more of her lifeforce was being sucked away - but her pleasure would not be denied! Hot, invincible, overpowering, it built up and up... until, once more, the blonde barbarian shouted, climaxing, shook by throbs of ecstasy, savage emotions storming her world away and enrapturing her mind. Her clitoris felt like it was burning, as hard as pure steel between the delicate fingers that were still massaging it. Wild sensations, raw feelings ran all along her and were drained, sucked into the demonic cock together with the very essence of Ashara's savage vitality. Her energies were completely absorbed by the swollen member inside of her, but this time, the strange fur on the floor, the hands, the whole cave were shining too. They were all part of the creature, they were the creature. She was inside the belly of some disgusting demon from the Outworld... a demon feasting on her emotions, her feelings; devouring her sweet, powerful sexual energies.
    Ashara's head fell forward, hidden by her savage blonde mane, eyes closed, her breath low. The hands that had been holding her waist lifted her slowly, pulling her off the still erect cock, inch by inch, until a soft, sucking noise was heard, and her pussy lips gratefully closed. A stream of warm, sticky juices dribbled to the floor.
    "Hope... that's enough... for you" she spat to the wretched creature.
    But she absolutely didn't expect what happened the very next instant, when the hands on her wrists and ankles pulled her forward and forced her on all fours, her butt raised, while the humongous cock seemed to burst from the floor and move by itself, coiling, almost sniffing the air, then coming closer, ever closer to the barbarian's sweet asshole.
    "No! Not there!" Ashara's eyes went wild; despite her weakness, she started squirming against the hands keeping her down, fighting like a cat with whatever strength she could muster. Two more hands rose from the floor and cupped her breasts, while a third reached her butt and started fondling it, delicately stroking her buttocks, teasing the rim of her anus with its index finger; it probed the tight opening, poking inside once, twice, testing the resistance of the young woman's sphincter. Slowly, without hurry, the inquisitive finger managed to penetrate the blonde barbarian's asshole, despite her savage twisting and turning and her attempts to prevent its progress. It teased her for a while, twisting inside of her, drawing one or two jumps from the woman's weak body and then, apparently content with that, withdrew from the tight orifice, slowly, allowing its muscles to relax.
    The next instant, the huge demonic cock thrust against Ashara's unprotected butthole. Its attack, swift and powerful, caught her completely unaware, its head already half inside before she could even realize what was happening. Pushing harder and harder, it penetrated the woman's anus inch by inch, retreating for a moment and then pushing again while she grinned and shouted, resisting as much as she could to protect the one place nobody had ever taken. After some minutes of intense struggle, however, the whole length of that inhuman penis impaled the sweaty, panting Ashara, and started pouring once again its intoxicating scent into her. Even more violently than before, it wrung out every little shred of lust buried in the naked barbarian, multiplying it a thousandfold, forcing it to come up to the light and stir the passion inside of her, even while her tortured body and mind were crying for respite. The humongous cock started pumping inside her ass, slowly at first, then faster, harder, raising waves of a tingling sensation that slowly turned into excitement, and her nipples became hard once again under the delicate fingers' touch, her skin hot and sensitive, her breath deeper; her pussy started throbbing, new sensations flooding Ashara, surging from deep inside her... she was not fighting anymore against the giant phallus filling her butt, instead she enjoyed the powerful tide of excitement coursing along her like an incredible heatwave. She felt her clitoris, hard and swollen, throbbing in step with her vaginal muscles, its head burning under the meaty hood that couldn't hide it anymore, while a stream of thick juices poured along its length, dripping on the ground in a puddle scented with the blonde warrior's pleasure.
    Now she was lost in the flux of a powerful climax building with the rhythm of the giant cock pumping into her, panting deeply, mouth open; shivers ran all over the young barbarian's sweaty, muscular body, shook by starts, tense in effort and anticipation. She knew, painfully, what the outcome would be: yet she could not deny the feelings that stormed inside of her, the blood boiling in her veins, the lust that brutal mating had unleashed into her. Ashara felt her abdomen tensing up, pressure and warmth building up into her womb and between her legs, and could not help giving in to pleasure, throwing her head up, shouting in ecstasy and relief as a powerful orgasm stormed her and the world seemed to explode... torn in pieces by emotions too strong to withstand, a primal instinct running unrestrained. Lifeforce erupted from her warm body and flew like a flood into the giant cock, that was now shining like a small sun. The cave walls, the hands holding Ashara, the strange fur on the floor were ablaze with a burning light; it was the power of her stolen passion, her savage vitality being sucked from her shaking naked body.
    As her emerald eyes were slowly drained of their burning life, she went limp, collapsing on the soft fur. The demonic hands released her and the immense cock withdrew slowly from her ass, a small twitch of her buttocks when the glans finally slid out.
    The barbarian lay crumpled on the cavern floor, all of her energies finally expended... no, drained beyond any point she could ever believe possible. Her eyes could barely stay open and stare at the small figure towering over her as she panted weakly, completely spent.
    The small man was looking at the warm glow all around them. "Ah, the burning vitality of a young, strong barbarian. You have done well, Ashara of the Red Plains" she heard him saying. His tone, neutral no more, became deeper and deeper as he went on speaking, revealing great interest and satisfaction. "You are worthy to see the mighty Goduras. He will listen to your plead." Now the figure's outlines were dancing, stretching into the air, not unlike an unearthly breeze was blowing them out, warping and then reassembling them in a pattern that eventually detailed a tall, imposing man, with a short pointed beard, his face partially hidden by a preciously embroidered hood.
    "And then" vibrated the deep voice "you shall make for a magnificent slave."
    As she slid into uncosciousness, Ashara realized she was in front of Goduras, the wizard.

    Chapter 5: The Wizard

    She remained unconscious for what could have been hours or weeks, her sleep broken only by rare flashes of semi-awareness. At one time, she remembered having awakened in the strong arms of a beautiful, muscular naked woman, immersed in a pool of warm water, while she and another imposing female - her skin as black as the night - tended gently to her exhausted body. She remembered their eyes, proud, yet so sad...
    ...

    "Awaken, Ashara of the Red Plains. The time has come for you to recognize your new Master."
    A low, powerful voice called her back the waking world, dissipating the webs entangling her mind... in a moment the young barbarian's eyes opened wide, darting all around the room, while her arms and legs instinctively pulled against the restraints keeping them spread. She gradually realized that she was lying on a huge, luxurious bed, covered by precious sheets of red silk, soft and strangely scented; she was still completely naked, but her skin had been carefully washed, and smelled the same sweet fragrance. She didn't mind that and flexed her muscles to measure her own strength, letting out a grunt of frustration as she realized that, though fully refreshed, she was still as weak as a pup. This was not good.
    The barbarian studied her surroundings, still fighting against dizziness. Raw caves had given way to an enormous room, lined by carved stones and richly furnished. Abundant light came from many glowing spheres floating in the air, and the temperature was comfortable. But a look at the opposite side of the room was enough to send a shiver along her spine: there was a huge pit, dark and foreboding, a disgusting maw opening with hunger beneath a massive stone disk kept lifted by an impressive hoist. The screeching, shrill sounds that could be heard coming from those gloomy depths nauseated her - but the sight of a wooden frame fitted with shackles just in front of the hideous opening hinted something so dreadful that she shoved the thought away almost immediately.
    "Relax. You don't have to fear what's inside of it... yet" added the voice, with a hint of dark satisfaction. She turned to her left to face its owner, who - she knew - was no other than Goduras, the mighty Wizard.
    "You have done well, barbarian. Quite frankly, you exceeded my expectations, something that doesn't happen very often. Not many women possess such raw vitality and... wild passion." He grinned as he looked at Ashara's magnificent naked body laying over the bed. "I am quite happy to see that my new specimen is so gifted."
    He walked around the bed, taking in the vision of her stunning figure as she strained against her bonds. His movements were calm and studied; his eyes, black pools of eldritch, dark wisdom under the thick eyebrows. His lean features were twisted in a grin as he gazed at Ashara's athletic frame, her huge breasts, her toned abdomen - all down to the golden bush between her legs. She endured his examination silently, staring back at him with fire in her green eyes. He was the mage that had been living for more than two thousand years, according to legends, and his power was supreme among men and wizards. Ashara spoke boldly, her voice devoid of any fear.
    "What do you want with me? Why have you made me prisoner?"
    He smiled at her. "Don't you understand? You are now part of my collection." He made an ample gesture to show twelve naked women behind him: fair, black and red-haired, their skin pale or black, they were all tall, muscular and completely naked. Ashara recognized two of them as the ones that had been taking care of her. Why were they just standing there, so dull, lifeless? Though their eyes retained traces of ancient pride and dignity, their features conveyed only sadness and surrender, their bearing was that of slaves; it was as if their will had been crushed.
    "Beautiful, aren't they? Famous warriors and heroines from every part of Thannamor, come here to face the Trials just like you, years, even centuries ago. Now they're my little pets: my magic keeps them eternally young, so that I may enjoy their beauty... and my demons may feed upon their strong bodies and souls - rewarding me with arcane knowledge that allows me to rival even the Gods!" His eyes flashed with a wicked light.
    "You..." Ashara was petrified by horror. "It was really just a big scam! The prophecies are no more than a bait to lure strong women to you, for your demons to feed on! You won't listen to their pleads, you won't grant their wishes!"
    "Now, now, what kind of monster do you think I am?" cackled the wizard. He sat slowly on the bed and cupped Ashara's left breast with his hand, massaging and squeezing the huge gland; he played carelessly with her sensitive nipple, enjoying the firmness of her flesh. Then he went down, following the curve of her abdomen, lingering a bit over her beautiful navel. "In fact, I really enjoy listening to their wishes" he explained. "Their hearty pleads are one of the few things that still amuse me. And, if I am in a joyful mood, I can grant them." His fingers slid lower, caressing her golden bush and then unhooding her clitoris. He enjoyed playing with the sensitive gland and stroking its tip. "After all, what can a little, meaningless wish mean, in exchange for an eternity of torment?" He grinned maliciously, and shoved his index finger deep inside the young warrior's pussy, startling her.
    Ashara's face became red from rage, realizing the twisted, wicked and utterly heinous nature of Goduras the wizard. She looked at him with a searing stare, and he smirked, removing abruptly his finger from inside her. "But this is not the moment for idle talk... it's almost dinner time, and not for me, of course. Now look well, Ashara, because this will be your destiny from now on."
    He made a gesture to the black, tall warrior Ashara remembered, and she came forward, stopping in front of him. Her wild beauty was astonishing: on that feminine, shapely, yet muscular body light danced, drawing highlights along her smooth, ebony skin, gleaming over her steel abdomen, strong arms, toned legs. Her ample chest supported two huge, pointed breasts that were as firm as stone. Her big afro framed a lovely face, with big, fleshy lips that looked like they were made for love and pleasure. Two sad, chiseled, nut-brown eyes looked steadily forward, still showing a glimpse of pride beneath her slave demeanor.
    But what struck Ashara most was the woman's clitoris, as thick and long as her thumb finger, covered partially by a long hood whose ends met under the gland's head, to vanish into two thick outer lips. That had to be the biggest one she had ever seen. That symbol of strong, feminine sexuality sent a tickling wave all along her nether regions.
    "Azizi." Goduras' voice was disgustingly sweet as his gaze ran across her beautiful figure. Taking her arm, he felt her muscles, smirking in satisfaction. "Yes, your strength is finally at its peak. It's the moment, dear." As if she had received an explicit order, she walked towards the wooden frame; but in the same moment she approached the vile darkness of the pit, a screech, higher and if possible more hideous than the others, echoed along its walls, chilling her in her tracks.
    At a gesture from the Mage, two other women approached their shaken companion, grabbing her arms and pushing her forward. They were obviously not enjoying their duty, their eyes showing only compassion for the black warrior, and dread for the thing awaiting her.
    "Hurry up, ladies. I can be worse than that creature, you know." At Goduras' words, the slaves hurried fastening the shackles around Azizi's wrists and ankles; then they rotated the frame, so that the prisoner lay horizontally, and, with a last look at their companion, returned in front of their master.
    "Come" he was whispering, as if in trance. His hands moved slightly as his face bore the signs of a great concentration.
    The air over the pit began to tremble, then a horrible stench, like that of a thousand tombs slammed open, poured out of the opening; one, two, a dozen white appendages rose from the shadows, gleaming in the light, covered in a transparent ooze that dripped disgustingly on the floor. Ashara instantly recognized those unholy things, her body shook without control as the terrible memories of the first Trial resurfaced in her consciousness. But while the tendrils there had been as big as her arm at most, those were enormous!
    Shackled to the frame, Azizi twisted mindlessly in front of the demon while its tentacles approached her body, moving as if they savored her scent, her power, her fear. They lingered over her for a moment, then darted forward in a flash, the mouths at their end attaching greedily all over the black warrior's naked form, cupping her arms, neck, chest, thighs, calves, feet. A group of tentacles targeted her belly, latching over her strong abdominal muscles, sucking her navel with glee. Another group enveloped her breasts, squeezing the huge glands, while the mouths drew Azizi's black nipples inside of them. But their greatest number was concentrating on her genitals, especially her giant clitoris, whose head had already been drawn into one of the diaphanous openings, while other two were latched on its sides. Three appendages were forcing their way inside the prisoner's pussy; other two were pushing at her butthole, fighting against her tight sphincter, slowly passing through the clenched rim.
    The scene was like one from a nightmare. Ashara could not focus her thoughts and drifted in a sea of numbing revulsion, while her mind was closed shut, refusing to elaborate what her eyes were seeing. Azizi was squirming now, her teeth clenched, eyes closed shut, fighting out of pure instinct against the demonic magic pulling the very strength out of her muscles. Her ebony body thrashed about, among the mass of whitish, diaphanous tentacles writhing all over her, slithering, sucking, penetrating. In Ashara's mind, their slow, rhythmic movements evoked an obscene blend between rape and feeding. The white, disgusting mouths were attached all over the black warrior's body, sucking her muscles, her nipples, her navel, crawling into her hot pussy and her butthole, drinking greedily: their slurping sounds made Ashara reel with revulsion. The mouth wrapped around Azizi's enormous clitoris was moving back and forth, massaging the hot, swollen gland, in step with the tentacles pumping into the black woman's pussy, their mouths latched over her cervix, drinking pure strength from inside her.
    Gradually, steadily, those obscene tendrils were filled by a strange light, and began glowing from within until they looked like hot embers; their terrible suction increased more and more, until, finally, a scream of agony burst out of the prisoner's mouth. Ashara was struck by Azizi's deep, rich voice, even though it vibrated through a desperate cry that was immediately muffled, when another tentacle took advantage of the situation to slither into her open mouth. More filthy appendages then rushed towards the warrior's head, their lips latching on her forehead and temples, making her eyes open wide, terrified by a perspective unknown; she thrashed her head about, trying to shake the parasitic appendages away, yet all her efforts were in vain, and when the mouths began their rhythmic, sucking motion, her beautiful features contracted in pain... which turned into desperation as she felt the demonic entity absorbing her strong willpower. At the sight of that new abomination, the blonde barbarian's eyes filled with horror, because on some level, she understood what was happening to Azizi. Seconds passed like days in her entranced mind, the prisoner's thrashing about became slower, weaker, because - she realized - all of that warrior's iron will, her desire to fight, were being sucked out of her, leaving only emptiness and exhaustion! Ashara felt herself shouting "NO!", and heard the cruel laughter of the Wizard beside her.
    The creature's obscene feeding intensified, its tentacles moving faster and faster, the bright light inside flowing steadily towards the pit, to be devoured - the barbarian knew - by an abomination that just could not belong to this world. Azizi's muscles were slowly shrinking, her once toned abdomen became gradually soft, tender, its strength painfully drawn away, sucked out through her navel. Her arms and legs were literally deflating, covered by slurping mouths that greedily drained her muscles and tendons, stealing all their power. Every aching muscle, every part of her whole body was being subjected to this torture, even her naked feet, each bound by a slimy tentacle.
    After some minutes, Azizi's fight ceased, her only remaining movements caused by sexual response now that her strong willpower had been fully siphoned. The continuous multiple stimulation from the tentacles inside and outside of her had strangely stirred her strong libido: her chest swelled rhythmically, shivers ran all over and inside her body while the white appendages increased their pace, pumping harder and harder under the abhorrent entity's will. Thick juices poured from the prisoner's pussy with every thrust, her clitoris began contracting inside the mouth that was sucking its huge head; the warrior's black, glistening skin was studded by small pearls of sweat that trickled all over her beautiful body, now not muscular anymore. Unable to resist, her will and pride completely drained, Azizi began moaning loudly and moving her hips, going along with the movement of the tentacles. Excitement was building up inside of her, and slowly but steadily, her moaning became louder and louder, her movements wilder, until, shaking, she reached climax, arching on her back and letting out a long, muffled cry, while the tentacles still latched on her body were filled by a dazzling light. The creature burst into a high screech of ecstasy, its tendrils writhed obscenely as pure power ran along them... time seemed to stop for a moment in Ashara's mind. The next instant, she heard low popping noises as the white mouths came off Azizi's body. The barbarian felt great relief seeing the tentacles racing back in the darkness of the pit: the ordeal was over and the naked warriors reached their companion, freeing her from the shackles and carrying her limp body back. Goduras looked like he was possessed, overflowing with arcane power that had turned his eyes into hot coals, his features twisted into a grimace of exultance. "Very well, Azizi" he said triumphant, and it seemed his voice was coming from a world of distance. He fondled her beautiful face. The black warrior was barely conscious, panting slowly, her eyes closed. "You did not disappoint me. Bring her in the back room and tend to her."
    He stood there for some minutes, savoring the new eldritch energies running in his dark soul. Enraptured, he was looking at some place far away from that world, a black gulf where only lost souls dwelt. But then, gradually, his eyes turned back to normal, his breath became more regular, and he turned to face the blonde woman tied on his bed. "Did you see, Ashara?"
    She stared back at him, in silence. Her eyes were like shining emeralds. She despised that monster more than every man or beast she had ever known. But now, she knew, she was at his mercy.
    He crawled on the richly decorated bed with a smirk on his face. "This will be your doom from now on. The pains you have endured in the Trials will repeat forever. My demons will drain your young body, your strong soul, just like what happened now to Azizi. And while you will be weak as a newborn, your great beauty will be mine to enjoy..." He slowly, lasciviously fondled Ashara's inner thigh. His hand went to his elaborate robes, unfastening his mantle. Through the light silk on his groin, a bulge could be seen.
    "I DON'T CARE!"
    Ashara's furious shout froze him in his tracks. He looked at her, puzzled, as she raised her lower body, offering her gold-ringed pussy to him.
    "Take it if you want! Give me to your demons, that they may feast over my body and soul! But grant my wish!"
    He slowly stood over her, a flash of interest in his eyes. "So. That's how it is? You willingly accept your doom, just for one little wish? What is it, Ashara of the Red Plains? What could you desire so much?"
    The light in her eyes was terrible. She pierced him with her stare and shouted, deep from her heart. "Bring Nalini back to the living! Give me my love back!"
    Goduras's gaze remained locked on her, an unfathomable look on his face. Then he started laughing, louder and louder.
    "That's the reason you came here for? Love?" His sarcasm was heavy. "You would sacrifice everything for this... Nalini?"
    Her stare was more than enough of an answer. Intrigued, he put one hand over the barbarian's forehead and muttered a single word. Ashara's mind opened wide in front of his eyes; all the memories of her short, wild life flew around him like leaves in a storm. He concentrated, and slowly an image formed... two gorgeous feminine bodies were entwined under a dim light, moving slowly, caressing, hugging, kissing. Limbs tanned by a merciless sun mingled with a skin as pale as the moon, strong fingers fondled two tender buttocks, and a blonde mane mixed with long, jet-black strands of silk hair, while two huge breasts, as white as milk, wobbled sensually, waiting for a mouth to suck them...
    "Get out of my mind!!"
    He felt pushed back by the barbarian's strong willpower; her shout broke his concentration and Goduras found himself back in his room, two green eyes staring at him with a fury that could not be described. Amused and intrigued, Goduras took his decision: her got off the bed and walked to the pit, stopping beside its border and tracing a symbol on the floor all around himself. "Very well, Ashara of the Red Plains" he laughed. "Your wish pleases me. You will have your love back. Now behold, and understand why Goduras the Wizard is above both man and God!"
    Throwing his head back, he faced the pit and started chanting: a strange, disturbing litany filled the room, calling out, beckoning - praying. And the answer did not take long. The air in front of him trembled, pierced by shrill, inhuman cries: from that tartarean depth, all manners of nightmares slowly rose, screaming a challenge to all laws of nature. Misshapen heads, bulbous limbs, tentacles and claws crowded the opening and lashed at the air, anxious to shred, destroy, and devour. Ashara noticed that Goduras was encased in a cocoon of green radiance inside his circle of protection; the demons tried to reach him, but they could not overcome the wards he had placed to protect himself.
    All of a sudden, his words, arcane and powerful, boomed over the screeching and cries of that abominable throng. Those were words of command, and the obscene beings slowly calmed down, looking at him, understanding. When his invocation reached its climax, he shouted "Come back, Nalini! Back to the world of the living!" All of the demons cried together, the very fabric of reality seemed to rend under a power too great to be comprehended. From a swirling hole in the air, a human figure started to form, white against a darkness so black that its mere sight could crush the soul. Ashara's heart was beating like thunder in her ears, her breath had stopped. The figure trembled, then took substance, and moved some unsteady steps forward while the hole behind it slowly closed.
    It was a naked woman, beautiful and slightly older than her barbarian lover. Not very tall, her body was feminine, shapely and delicate; she had long, silky hair that reached her hips, and its color was that of night itself. Her skin was perfect and as white as the moon, the only trace of color being the delicate pink of her areolas amid two huge, soft, large breasts. Her abdomen was tender and round, and her navel was as beautiful as that of a goddess.
    Her nut-brown eyes slowly opened, and she recognized the tanned warrior tied on the richly decorated bed. Faltering, she ran to her lover, while the wizard looked at her from behind, sneering at that gorgeous body. She would be another excellent slave for him. Surely that barbarian simpleton wouldn't expect him to free her? No, she would stay here for all eternity, and give him pleasure like all the others. Yet, there was something not quite right here... he just couldn't say what.
    "Ashara!" Her silvery voice was like balm for the bound warrior. She held her tears back, feeling a lump in her throat. She was here! It was really her!
    Nalini threw herself on the bed, hugging the bronzed woman while they kissed passionately, but then she lifted her head and looked intently at her love. She gasped in horror, realizing somehow what had been done to her. "Ashara... what... what happened to you?" Tears started to form in her slightly almond-shaped eyes.
    "Nothing of importance" answered the barbarian, her voice shaking. "It's good to see you again, my love."
    Crying, Nalini murmured something and her lips came close to Ashara's. "You will be alright, my life. I promise." As soon as they kissed, Ashara's eyes opened wide, feeling a stream of invincible power coursing through her body, healing, restoring her power, nourishing her soul. She felt immensely lighter, enveloped in warm, white light, as if she was just born again; and she wanted to cry from joy.
    Slowly, composedly, the small woman stood up. The wizard, who had remained as still as stone near the pit, was looking at the scene, a grimace of hatred on his face. "What's the meaning of this?" he spat. "Who are..." But then, Nalini turned for the first time to face him, her gaze as sharp as a knife. Goduras recognized her instantly: his black eyes widened in disbelief, and he made a step back.
    "The Arch-Priestess of N'Garath?!?"
    "Goduras the Wicked" she snarled, stepping towards him. "Goduras the Despised. Goduras the Tainted. How I dreamed of cleansing the world from your stain."
    "You will do nothing, wench! You have no power here!" He raised his hands to the sky, his head fell back as he uttered a single, terrible word of command to beings beyond the knowledge of man. Its very sound was enough to make the air around him twist. And in answer, the pit vomited all manners of grisly shapes out of its depths: bloated heads came to the light, hissing, moaning, hairy limbs and slimy tentacles lashing out, anxious to destroy the tiny pale woman in front of them, to rend her flesh and tear her soul away. A cacophony of inhuman screeches rose, almost unbearable, menacing the very sanity of any human hearing it. And yet, a moment later it went out like the racket of noisy children scolded by their teacher. For that single second of respite, the only sound was a gentle voice chanting a prayer: then the pandemonium started again, but this time the hideous cries were filled with fear, and the hellish limbs thrashed around and twisted over each other as if in agony. Gradually, the room was lit by a silvery light that bathed everybody and everything in a glowing radiance that soothed body and spirit, enveloping the women's naked bodies in a warm embrace and turning the world and the people inside into shining ghosts. And at the touch of that warm light, the demons burst into flames. Their misshapen forms twisted frantically, slammed on the ground, lashed at each other - then, howling, they fled into the gloom that spawned them, leaving a trail of thick smoke reeking of burnt flesh.
    The silvery light dimmed and died out; Ashara blinked feverishly, readjusting to normal vision and looking for her lover... but when she found her, she could feel her own blood becoming liquid ice into her veins. Right in front of the still tranced Priestess was Goduras, wielding a moon-shaped knife, his face twisted in a mask of inhuman hatred. Smoke was coming out from several tears into his robes: his reddish, swelling-ridden flesh could not belong to a creature of this world.
    Ashara strained frantically against her bonds, trying to awaken her defenceless lover. "Nalini!!" Her own desperate cry seemed to come from a world of distance, lost in a deaf emptiness between her and the object of her affection.
    The mage mumbled some incoherent words while he raised the weapon above his victim's head. Overwhelmed by fury, froth at his mouth, he was just partially aware of the terrible crash of rent wood, of the body that landed in front of him in a graceful motion, the sight of bronzed flesh and strong hands wielding an object he somehow recognized as the headboard of his own bed...
    There was a loud smash, and the smoking body of Goduras the Wizard flew through the room in a shower of wood splinters. He bounced and rolled on the stone floor, to stop just beside the hideous pit. His broken form lay motionless in a messy heap.
    Nalini blinked, still a bit confused... Ashara's green, shining eyes were in front of hers, and she smiled coyly, now small and helpless before her barbarian lover. The blonde woman held her in a bear hug and they kissed passionately in that den of malice, happy to be alive and together.
    Unseen, forgotten, the Wizard's remains had a start, then his limbs began moving, slowly, in a twisted parody of life. He stood on his feet, his disfigured head popped into place and his eyes opened once again, sparkling with inhuman hatred. From his hands a dark radiance spread into the air, enveloping the two naked women and freezing them into their embrace like marble statues; his cackle was as chilling as Death itself.
    "You, stupid mortal children" boomed his low voice, as if coming from unfathomable depths. "I am Goduras the Immortal. I am your ruin, and your doom. I will drain every spark of power and life from your bodies - especially yours, oh pitiful, little Priestess." The twisted grimace of lust on his face as he looked at Nalini's frozen body was unbearable. "And then, slowly, oh so slowly, my demons will..."
    He stopped, a puzzled look on his devastated face. Then he looked down, to the white, slimy tentacle wrapped around his ankle. In the split second he was swept off his feet, he remembered about his magic circle of protection, and twisted around, grasping at the air, feverishly grazing his fingers on the grey floor, slithering towards his only hope. For a moment, it looked like he could touch the border of the circle... then, with a twist, the tentacle pulled him back and down the pit, from where his long, desperate cry echoed for interminable seconds. When the last sound vanished, Ashara and Nalini looked into each other's eyes, shaking, free from the paralyzing spell. "N'Garath be praised" muttered the small woman. "This was just too close." Her barbarian lover held her tighter against her breasts. "Yes, my love. It was" she whispered.
    The naked women that had been Goduras' slaves approached the pit coyly, hesitating, almost as if they feared the Mage could rise again from his hellish grave and take them down with him, to share his horrible fate. But as seconds passed, hope gradually filled their hollow eyes, because they were finally seeing the end of their long torment. One of them, a freckled warrior with red hair and an impressive muscular body, grabbed the winch that held the huge stone disk hanging over the dreaded pit and turned the metal wheel, her strong arms swelling as she slowly lowered the disk until it slammed into place with a deep boom, finally sealing the gaping maw forever.
    "Goduras is dead!!" Her roar filled the room and the hearts of her companions: they burst into shouts of joy, surrounding Ashara and Nalini, hugging their saviors and lifting them in the air.
    When all the ruckus finally settled down, the Arch-Priestess of N'Garath used her holy magic to heal all the ex-slaves, starting from Azizi and those who had been drained recently. A bit exhausted, she reached Ashara. "In a day or so they should all be fine" she told her lover, and she smiled. "It looks like we have a large bodyguard to escort us back home now."
    "Uh-huh." Ashara's mischievous look puzzled her. Suddenly, the small Priestess felt being caught from behind and lifted in the air, to land in the soft, huge bed just behind her. Confused, she found Azizi and the freckled red-hair laying at her sides, smiling. "So we must wait some time before we can venture outside" said the black-skinned beauty with her intense voice, stroking Nalini's raven-black hair. "Yes, it can't be helped" echoed the muscular warrior. She kissed the Priestess's naked breast and looked right into her eyes. "Whatever are we going to do in the meantime, Your Highness?"
    Nalini felt her face becoming as hot as embers, and probably the same shade of red. She tried to speak, but all that came out of her mouth was a low muttering. Hearing Ashara bursting into laughter, she looked at her with fire in her big, brown eyes.
    "And what are you laughing at?" she managed to say. Her blonde lover crawled on the bed, stopping just over her. "It is rude to refuse a warrior's offer of gratitude, Your Highness." She delicately bit her soft, round abdomen. "It's unbecoming of you." Her mouth kissed Nalini's black bush, then went lower, sucking, licking, savoring her deepest flavors.
    "I-I suppose it is..." The Priestess arched on her back, closing her eyes from both pleasure and embarrassment as she saw all the other warriors joining in. Powerful, yet gentle hands covered her body, caressing every inch of her skin, and her breath became faster. The huge bed groaned under the weight of all those naked women.
    "Maybe... their recovery might take a little more than expected" she said coyly.

    *** Notes ***
    - The blacksmiths of Argal are renowned among all the kingdoms of Thanamoor for their light, flexible steel, forged with techniques known only to them. Their swords are probably the best on the market, highly prized and sought after.
    - Pebble beasts are vicious reptilian predators, whose skin periodically secretes a sticky substance that hardens with time. When this happens, they roll into gravel over and over, so that the layers of small rocks encasing their skin create a hard stone coat protecting them from harm, just like an armor. (Pebble beasts are a creation of Fredrik K T Andersson, formerly published on his Elfwood page and now stored on Naorhy: www.naorhy.com/art/freddy/elfwood/creatures/pebble_beasts.jpg)
    - A marg is a horned herbivorous mammal covered in thick, white fur, bleating and stinking like - well, a marg.
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  3. hirumono The Hungry Tentacle [__________] Tentacle-Forging Author

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    Well, this is it. Hope you won't feel lost in the sea of my endless blathering. I do believe that I tend to be quite long-winded sometimes :D
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  4. Tombstone Porn Connoisseur SuperModerator ✩ Gallery Moderator ✩ Collections Manager

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    I will need to come back and read this when I have some time alone. Hahaha. Read some of it, seems really good.
  5. hirumono The Hungry Tentacle [__________] Tentacle-Forging Author

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    Haha, happy that you like it! ;)