Chapter 26 – Going Too Far

*** Alzi party continued ***I did my best to take a deep breath through the gag. The women were already getting up from their chairs, hunger in their eyes—like the large meal I had just brought them never existed. They circled, waiting for someone to make the first move. All I could do was stand and wait for the next command.

Mistress speaks up in a commanding tone, "Remember, girls, we can't hurt the children in her womb. No limbs can be taken off her or any permanent damage." Her hands ran over my tiny bump.

"We know, it's the same story every time she shows up here." I hear to my right. A loud smack fills the room as my tits explode with pain.

"Do we lock her up now or freeform?" the dwarf taunts. "Personally, I think we just lock the slave up and see how many toys we can attach to her. Her standing limits how many of us can reach the whore."

"Yes, come here, slave, walk yourself into the stocking like the good bitch you are." The host says, the group laughing as I walk to the first contraption. My heels carry me to the first lock, moving my head into place, and I wait for someone to finish the setup. Quickly several pairs of hands move my body into the various holders. My legs promptly spread wide in the air, head and arms locked in place. A thick rope is tied at my waist to help support me. I tense my arms and legs the best I can to limit the pressure on the rope. My breasts sway freely below me, along with my limp dick waiting for stimulation to grow.

"Gear first, play second. Come on, everyone needs to add something to our toy, all the bells and whistles." The owner continues to direct the action. I'm facing the stage, watching the musicians play; All are careful to never look back at me. Slowly, things get attached to me, and my gag is replaced with a gigantic ring gag so my mouth can be used with the larger dildos they have. Large weights pull my nipples down. A cage makes its way to my dick; pointed rods prick my rod as it swings. A ring goes around my balls, limiting their movement painfully. Clips go on my labia, spreading them apart and helping show inside my beautiful vulva. Fingers start to play inside, spread me apart as more clips and rope get added to my midsection. My tits get bound tight, finally stopping their sway.

Mistress ties my hair somewhere up and behind me to keep it out of the way. Then I feel my wings forced to expand. I do my best to relax them so they don't hurt me. They don't move far, about 3 feet out, enough to attach some restraint to them, locking them in place as well. My tail also gets tied up tight. The plug gets removed so they can play with my asshole.

For a few seconds, nothing happens to me until my heels are taken off and replaced with feathers lightly running up and down the soles of my feet. I start to laugh, causing me to fight my restraints, switching the feeling to pure pain. All my limbs hurt; wings, tails, tits, penis, and balls, each sending pain to my brain. I try to keep composed through the pain, but a few well-timed whips make me a sobbing mess. My legs and arms spasms, causing even more movement and more pain. Tears streaming down my cheek onto the floor. Some more clips and toys make it to my body as I swing, crying for relief.

I hear voices around me, but I can't focus on the words through the pain. The fingers inside me force my pussy wide apart; another rod invades the hole all the way in, scraping the deepest parts. The fingers retreat, allowing my walls to wrap around the smooth rod. It slowly works inside for a few seconds before it leaves me empty. The girls help stabilize me, so the pain recedes.

"I didn't think a few feathers would cause such a fun scene. I'll need to remember that for the future," one chuckles.

"Yes, who thought tickle torture would turn into true torture?" Another adds.

"Who goes first?" Mistress asks, moving the show along.

"You were so kind as to bring us the slave; show us how to use her correctly." Arragont tone rings out.

"Anyone disagree?" Mistress asks; I hear the distinct rhythm of her heels moving away from me.

"No, not at all; please show us how it is done at your brothel."

The heels are coming back now. I hope Mistress takes the opportunity to warm me up. I'll pass out if she starts with the biggest dildo here. A hand gets placed on my ass, a dildo teasing my spread pussy.

"Alzi, you don't need to control yourself from here on out. Just do as your body asks you." She commands before splitting me in two, reaching my depth as soon as she is inside.

I try to scream the pain out, but the gag just lets out the saddest gurgle possible. Tears once again find their way out of my eyes as Mistress proves her ownership of me. I start to see black dots slowly obscuring the band. My vision faded with each thrust. I don't know if Mistress went with the biggest, but she definitely didn't go with the smallest.

In my limited vision I see the band replaced with a body. Firm, defined abs fill what is left of my eye as my hoarse mouth is filled with another dildo. My throat was invaded and brutally used by the woman. Mistress pounds me deeper into the dildo in my mouth, my throat expanding to take the size. Slowly my dick fills the cage, pressing the rods into my skin.

I feel my beautiful collar force my actives to start up. This gives me a short break as Mistress and the Amazonian catch themselves from the sudden orgasm I forced through them. The other girls start to get involved as well. Each tit gets whipped, and one is spiked, drawing blood. A few hands stick a finger into my ass. I'm too distracted to figure out the exact count inside. Another hand finds my clit and painfully plays with it. Wax falls onto my wings. I start to fade fast, the pain too much for me to handle.

Then it all stops. All is quiet except my sobs; the pain still comes from the wounds already afflicted, but no new ones appear. A liquid is moving around in my pussy. Likely Mistress's squirt forced out from the dildo. My vision slowly returns, showing the band in front of me. I try to calm myself, but the pain is proving to be too much.

"Next up, please; I want to get to the horse today." I hear from the stupid dwarf. The next girl quickly obeys as I get filled with an even more enormous dildo; the pain once again starts to build in my body. I only make it a few thrusts before I fade out completely. After each girl's turn finishes, they force me awake to taunt me, letting me know the size each girl will use before I promptly pass out again.

"Alzi, please use your mana to heal yourself." A soft voice comes, and a gentle hand pats my face. You've lost too much blood." My collar helps me obey the command. "Good girl, good girl, just like that."

I think every girl has had a turn inside me. I feel filled to the brim down there. I check my health, and my womb is fifty percent. I try to tell Mistress but I still have the ring gag in.

"Here, let me help you," the hand retreats from my cheek, and the gag loosens; I need more help to get it out of my mouth. I try to move my mouth, but it is stuck. I focus some mana through it to free it up.

"Fifty percent Mistress, womb," I manage to say. The wounds on my body painfully heal. The percentage for my womb slowly grows.

"Thank you. Just keep healing." Other hands help me pull my legs down from their split, relieving the pain in my waist. Tits get free next, letting them sway gently. The room doesn't seem full of my pheromones, so they must have ordered me to stop them a while ago.

After thirty minutes, my womb returns to ninety percent, and the rest of my body is healed. The many bruises, cuts, and locked joints return to normal.

"Stop now, slave. You'll need the mana again shortly." Returning to Mistress's usual voice. She unlocks my wings and head, letting me stand up straight.

"Horse next, the chair is terrible for the number of girls we have here. Plus, with her tail and wings, she never sits in it correctly." The dwarf interjects. I guess she thinks I've had enough of a break.

"I agree. Who lasted the shortest inside her?" The owner asks.

"That would be her Mistress."

"I had her suddenly use her actives on me. I was sensitive from the first orgasm to the second. That doesn't count." Anger was coming through her voice. "If you wanted my run to count, we needed to make it fair from the start. Besides, Clepedo finished in her mouth at the same time I finished."

"We said it was just inside her pussy, mouth doesn't matter. You lose; stop making excuses like you did with dessert. Only one of those am I willing to let you excuse and you already did for dessert."

A chorus of agreement came from the women who circled me. Panic filled Mistress's face.

"I bring my slave to this torture party and then have you all keep stacking the deck to make us fail something. Make me do this, and she won't be showing up at another one of these parties."

"Don't care, come on, slave, time to mount your horse." A strong hand pulls me to the worst object in the room. A raised platform surrounds the torture device, likely to let the shitty little dwarf have her fun. The Amazonian helps me onto the horse. My feet touch the ground, keeping me free from the pain. My arms are bound behind me, so my wings won't be forced out this time. Next are my legs. Tied up one at a time, forcing my weight onto the horse. The edge digs into my balls, vulva, taint, and ass. Pain forming down the line, bringing out my tears yet again today. I'm once again facing the stage; the musicians just stare at the ground, playing their music. All four are playing an instrument now, no singing. Their hair and clothing look ragged. I guess I let my aura out long enough to force them to play with each other. I wish I could apologize to them. I'm not happy making them rape each other.

My cage is removed, letting my limp dick fall down. One of the girls starts playing with it, slowly working her fingers along the shaft. Growing a bit with each stroke.

"You're so cute when we can play nicely with you," She whispers into my ear. A chill runs through my back, her voice drawing out a deep lust in me. My rod quickly moved to attention at the tease. "I'll glad to see you love my voice; I'll try to come by sometime and let you hear more of it. I would love to look closer at your tattoo and spend a few hours in your bed." I want nothing more than to turn and devour the girl behind me, but the horse and ties just bring me pain with the movements. "Now, I'm sorry, but you'll need a blindfold for this next part. I've got the perfect spell; you won't hear any sounds or see anything. Even your sense of smell and taste disappear. All you'll have is the sense of touch. Try to stay calm, you'll be fine, for the first part. The girls will torture you again. Sorry," she warns before All I can sense is her hand working my shaft and the pain from my bondage. My breathing picks up as I squirm, trying to free myself from whatever is happening.

Then, her hand disappears. Pain and fear fill me to the brim. I sob uncontrollably in fright. A single hand combs through my hair to calm me, all that is keeping me sane right now. Then the hand stops, and a new feeling comes, one that surprises me. My dick has entered something warm and wet. These owners never let anything enter them at these parties. They don't play with each other, and the slaves are purely fucked. My confusion continues as the warm hole starts to move. I followed Mistress's command she gave me all those hours ago and let my orgasm build quickly. The hole moves faster and faster as it milks my dick. It forces me against the horse a bit more, but the pleasure I'm receiving outweighs the extra pain. It only takes a few minutes for me to release deep inside the hole.

After I've been milked for all my orgasm has, the presence leaves. Just as I calm down, the torture devices make their way to my body. With all my senses gone but my sense of touch, the pain seems to double. The toys come on quickly, tits, nipples, dick, balls, clit, labia, asshole, tongue. Every inch of my body, it seems, has something attached to it quickly. My mind gets overloaded shortly after, and I pass out once again.

When I wake up, pain is all that greets me. I'm in a bed, likely my own. I can feel it soaked in my blood, sweat, and other fluids. Did they bring the party back to my room, or is this just what was left on my body? I slowly circulate my mana to fix the bruises. Checking my womb health shows about eighty percent. Slowly, my body started to send feelings other than pain. When that feeling stops overwhelming me, I open my eyes and find myself staring at my ceiling. I wait a few more minutes to turn my head. Sleeping, just her head on my bed is Mai. I carefully move my arms to wake her up. My throat still hurts from the abuse I experienced yesterday. I think it was yesterday. I make it to her ears and flick them a little to wake her. Slowly, she stirs before she finds my eyes open. Her own eyes are still puffy and red from the tears she shed.

"Sorry, scare you," I force out, my dry throat keeping it to a whisper.

"No, don't talk, just lay there. Yuki was yelling when you came back in Mistress's arms. Closed the brothel for the night. Yuki was in a meeting for a couple hours. Today, you and I don't have anything to do. You have nothing to apologize for; you did as you were forced. I'm glad you're awake. Keep healing yourself. You lost a lot of blood. Kelly did her best to help you, but she was limited in what her mana could do. Your mana was also depleted so Yuki couldn't use it to heal you either. I was so scared. I thought you were going to die. Just rest. You still have the twelve dots in your tattoo so we think the kids are fine still. So just focus on yourself."

I give my head a slight nod, I think, and fall back asleep.