Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2016 15:10:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: the torture games part 20

Reminder: Nathan is on level three of ten and has a ball weight, a tongue
clip with chain to the nipples, and a nipple chain with two gems.

CHAPTER TWENTY

I stepped out of the piss pool onto warm, black marvel flooring which was
full of piss streams flowing into the pool. I found myself in a maze of
sorts with black hallways zig zagging around. Glowing runes of different
colors lit the place.

Every few corners, the maze was sectioned by a `curtain' of piss raining
from the ceiling. The walls were smooth enough for me to see the reflection
of my miserable self. What was I supposed to do in here?

As I wandered through piss-curtain after piss-curtain I found myself back
in the pool room which I assumed to be the center. Should I just run around
until I found the exit? That seemed strangely non-painful.

After a moment's deliberation, I decided to investigate the only place I
could not see – the bottom of the pool. I stepped in and held my
breath. As I dove, it was of course impossible to keep piss from running
into my slack open mouth but nothing forced me to swallow, so I didn't.

I tried to ignore the bitter taste and opened my eyes. There was a plug of
sorts in the stone. It was easy to remove it. I broke through the surface
of the pool, expecting the liquid to get drained, but instead a fountain
shot up, adding to the stench and spraying me with yet more piss.

As I hurried out of the pool, I noticed that this fountain's piss tasted
differently – I would have called it spicy for a lack of better
terminology. I pondered this for a second and walked to a random tunnel to
taste a piss-curtain. It definitely tasted different.

After trying a few more I found on that tasted just like the fountain. As I
stepped through it, the curtain ceased. I had found the correct one.

I rushed back to the pool and tasted the fountain again. It was still the
same taste, so I walked back to where the curtain had vanished and tried my
luck with the next few. Not long before I found the second one. Most piss
was a lot bitterer than the fountain's.

Eventually I found the third one, stepped through and landed in an alcove
where a gem waited for me, hovering in the air. As it attached to my nipple
chain, the third `gift' appeared. On my wrists and ankles I could feel and
see the trusty, old shackles making a return, adding weight to me, making
my movement more exhausting.

In the back wall was a familiar rune, which whirled away to reveal a
staircase up.

With more weight than I would have liked I walked to the fourth floor. I
wondered how the others were doing and if the boys would catch up to me.

The fourth level was totally open. I stood on a platform about twice my
height of the ground, between floor and ceiling. The gem was on the other
side on a similar platform. Between us was a round beam as thick as my
biceps.  I touched the beam with my toe. It was cool like metal, but didn't
give me electroshocks – yet.

Then demonic dicks appeared along the walls – dozens of them. Clear
streams sprayed from the dicks onto the beam's entire length,
unceasingly. It was endless precum, making the path slick and dangerous.

I got down on all fours and crawled along, tightly clinging to the pole and
sliding forward. Precum rained on me and I lost my grip, sliding off the
side.

With a surprised scream, I landed hard on the precum-stained floor which
tilted and made me slide along towards a hole in the wall.

I fell again, this time landing in the piss pool from level three.

I hopped out as soon as I caught my bearings. The fountain was gone, so I
simply walked to where the last curtain had been.

The taste was the same as far as I could tell, but stepping through didn't
make it go away. I walked back to the pool, pulled the plug a second time
and held my face directly over the fountain.

Piss blew right in my mouth, but this time it tasted a lot more
watery-sweet. I had to look for different curtains now. Still it wasn't
that hard. I stepped through every curtain that tasted mildly sweet-ish and
saw which ones vanished.

Eventually, I was back at the stairs and visited the fourth level another
time.

My technique was better now. Instead of sliding on top and balancing my
body, I hung down. My arms and legs were firmly pressed across each other,
so it didn't matter that I found no grip on the beam as long as I kept my
body tension at a maximum.

My limbs were about to give up when I arrived at the end. I sat down on the
platform and rested for as long as it took until I had control of my joints
again. I hoped the next level didn't require more clinging to stuff.

The gem added itself to my nipple chain weight and the next gift appeared
– it was a belt around my waist.  The thin, black strip felt like
nothing on my skin, but then dangling orbs appeared along it and their
weight distributed itself across my hips. They had to be heavier than the
shackles combined.

I entered the staircase and exited on the fifth level. When I saw what it
had to offer, I instantly knew it would be the floor I hated the most.