Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2016 10:28:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: the torture games part 21

Reminder: Nathan is on level five of ten and has a ball weight, a tongue
clip with chain to the nipples, shackles on his limbs, a weight belt around
the hip, and a nipple chain with four gems.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

The first thing I hated was that this room looked like a worse version of
the previous challenge. Actually, that was all I hated about it since the
description encompassed the level quite well.

Most of the place was a pit, again. Piss fountains shot from the bottom and
I had no doubt they would flush me one, if not two, levels deeper if I
fell.

There was another platform like mine on the other end, but no gem on it as
far as I could see. Instead of a pole, there were monkey bars along the low
ceiling. They were spaced in irregular intervals and pointing in different
directions.

I jumped up and grabbed the first one. The additional weight on me was
impossible to ignore but I could hold myself up. As long as I was fast and
didn't fail multiple times, I should have been fine.

Sweat streamed down my unnaturally lean body like it hadn't in a long
time. Over and over I had to blow sweat drops out of my eyes. Luckily the
handles were rough enough for me to stay firmly gripped.

Occasionally I had to jump from on handle to the next when the gap was too
big. Each time my weights threatened to pull me down, but I held on.

My huge biceps were shaking and barely under my control when I arrived on
the other side. I dropped down and hoped for the best.

Then a pillar rose from the stone, with a thick, red dildo on top. I looked
to the platform I had come from and saw an empty pillar rise. My task was
clear and I hated it.

Since I hadn't run into Igor, I had to assume he was still ahead of me. I
didn't know what would happen if one of the boys made it to a level I was
on, but I didn't want to find out. It could only be to my disadvantage.

I grabbed my dick and flung load after load of precum onto the dildo until
it was slick enough for me to try taking it in. I sat down on it and tried
to not to clench, but I was so filled with rage and hatred that my
sphincter could not relax.

I had to do it anyway. With primal screams I forced it in, crouching down
hump by hump. Once it was sufficiently far inside, I stood up with my legs
firmly together. This wouldn't work when I was in the air.

A second pillar rose on either side of the room. The one on my side carried
a smaller dildo, the one opposed was empty.

Did I have to go twice? No way would I make it. I had to find another
way. With a few futile curses and cries I submitted to my fate and put my
lips on the life-like dildo, sinking it into my throat. My stomach was
empty, but that didn't keep me from retching.

Since my jaw was wide open I couldn't bite down on it and had to keep it
pressed to my gum with my tongue, which was tied to my nipple chain, making
things extra awkward. But I was finally ready for the journey across.

As I jumped and grabbed the first bar, I brought my legs up and hit the
base of the ass-dildo with my foot to keep it in. There always had to be at
least one foot or calve holding it in place. That way I swung myself from
bar to bar and hoped neither my arms nor my legs would fail me.

After a couple of bars I felt the dildos stir. They were demon dicks. Both
oozed precum – or cum, I couldn't tell – and filled me from both
ends. The one in my ass made it more difficult to keep it in, pressure
growing until cum found its way out of my hole and made my legs slicker.

The one in my mouth shot load after load I had no choice but to swallow
quickly if I wanted to keep breathing. Now I couldn't even blow sweat from
my eyes. Additionally, the mouth-dildo made me gag and tears obscured my
vision further. It was likely that I could have been faster if I had gotten
an easy way to tell if I was doing the right way, instead of half-guessing.

After a few minutes of screaming and groaning I was in reach of the
original platform and shot the dildo from my ass. Then I dropped down and
spit out the other one. Retching for a little while, I took them both in my
hands and dropped them onto their pedestals.

To my intense joy the staircase opened on the side I was currently on. A
gem jumped onto my chest and added itself to the chain. The fifth gift was
a collar, heavy and thick. It was nearly impossible to turn my head but it
wasn't as heavy as it could have been.

I ascended. After all, that was the point of this game.

When I entered the level above, I saw a blank, white room with only one
distinguishing feature. In each of the four corners stood a black statue of
a demon – horned, impossibly muscled and grinning madly. They were
facing the center and had a stance as if ready to pounce. I sincerely hoped
they would not come to life.

As I took a single, hesitant step forward, all lights went out.

The sixth level was now in complete darkness. Standing at the entrance for
a minute and calming my breath, my eyes got used to the surrounding and I
could recognize two light sources. A constellation of dim runes spread out
over the ceiling, and a regular pattern of the same runes laying on the
ground. A single rune was in the same position on top and bottom and the
pair was more reddish then the rest.

I instantly guessed I'd have to arrange the runes below into the same
constellation I saw above. I took another step.

Shadows moved between the dim lights. They had come from the corners. I
understood that the statues must have become animated and there was no
telling what they would do to me.

I couldn't see when they were, but the room quickly filled with an
indescribably musky smell, as if I was standing in a densely packed locker
room of testosterone-crazed guys right after an intense workout, who were
also, incidentally, leaking cum everywhere.

As I stepped up to the first rune-stone, somethings grabbed from
behind. The grunt gave it away as an animated demon – icy hands grabbed
me as the stone creature dug into my arms. I screamed in panic, but the
thing simply pressed me against its superhumanly sized, sweaty – but
stone cold – body and rammed its tool into my ass.

I got fucked so fast I was almost vibrating. After a short time of
rearranging my insides, the creature let go and I was flung forward by the
force of its cum shooting into my guts.

I scrambled for the rune-stone, picked it off the floor with shaky fingers
and made huge leaps to the place under the corresponding one. There was a
carving in the ground where I could slide the rune into and both became
dimmer and redder.

Holding still, I could hear the demon statues breathing. They didn't seem
to be on the lookout for me or they would know exactly where I was
already. I listened. Although it was difficult to differentiate between the
four, I concluded with some confidence that they moved along never-changing
routes. Maybe I could avoid them.

I waited until the coast was clear as far as I could tell and leapt to the
nearest rune. I figured out where the correct place was and snuck over. I
was still avoiding trouble well.

Then I stepped back and in the path of a demon-construct. I realized it too
late and was pressed to the ground with a demon dick tearing my hole apart
at a speed no human could have accomplished.

The force of the cum-shot pushed me an arm's length away and I got up on
shaky legs. My ass and back were caked with hot jizz.

By my count there were eleven runes left. I took my time. As I listened
closely I could hear the paths the creatures took and drew a mental map of
when to step where.

Throughout all the next ten runes, my ass was brutalized twice more. My
guts hurt from the vibrations and my spine felt like I had been hit with a
baseball bat. There were also numerous bruises from getting thrown to the
ground. I trusted the magic that kept me alive to take care of it all,
knowing I healed unnaturally fast in this hellish place. Still, the pain
was not lessened by this knowledge.

Then the last rune was in my hand. I could barely stand by now, my hole
throbbing so much it radiated into my thighs. Then I noted that the demons
had stopped moving. Their breaths didn't go from place to place anymore.

I held the rune-stone tight and walked to my destination. A demon forced
its dick into me and humped at insane speed. I was flung across the room
and landed inelegantly. Walking again, I was grabbed anew and fucked
vigorously. My insides had to be turned upside down my now.

At last I was where the rune-stone belonged and dropped it in, with
panicked, trembling fingers. All the red lights went out and I was left in
darkness – total darkness this time.

The weight of a gem was added to my nipple chain and a `gift' appeared. The
wrist shackles turned into cuffs, keeping my arms together in front of my
body.

I heard the staircase appear farther to the left and walked there, only to
be assaulted by a demon again. Since my legs didn't follow my orders after
being shaken so brutally, I crawled towards the exit. I made it without
incident and ascended at a snail's pace.