Date: Thu, 3 Nov 2016 20:24:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: the torture games part 22

Reminder: Nathan is on level seven of ten and has a ball weight, a tongue
clip with chain to the nipples, shackles on his ankles, a weight belt
around the hip, a collar that keeps his head from turning, cuffs keeping
his wrists together in front of him, and a nipple chain with six gems.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Level seven was physically impossible. The room was definitely too big to
fit into a tenth of the pyramid. And now that I thought about it, the other
floors had also seemed arbitrarily sized. Dimensional shenanigans again,
which meant I had no way of estimating how long the way up actually was.

I stood in a room about the size of the hub-cathedral turned upward. The
light source here was a green shining pillar of about twenty steps in
diameter and an unknown amount of steps high. Various platforms along the
room's walls touched the pillar in irregular intervals. I counted seven of
them.

As I approached the faintly glowing column I saw stairs along it, spiraling
upward. They were only protruding a tiny bit from the stone and made of the
same material. Testing them revealed they weren't slippery, but fairly
smooth. If I stepped with great care I could make it upwards without
falling off. I wondered if I could fall to my death or if the magic of this
place would save me. Perhaps I would be thrown back to the demon-construct
floor again.

It took me a minute to get up the first twenty or so stairs because I was
highly anticipating whatever horrible twist the demons would bring
out. Nothing happened until I reached the first platform. That's when I saw
that the stairs changed to even thinner ones. I would have trouble
ascending since my legs were shaky and my hands were tied, thus not
allowing me to press myself again the column's wall the way I would have
liked to.

On the platform was a familiar green orb which would probably attach to my
balls like it had done in the ice cave. But on the other hand, it could
have been one of the orbs from the slow race and I was about to get the
game master's help.

I stepped onto the smooth, featureless platform and towards the orb. It
promptly jumped from its position and hovered below my crotch where it
pulled equally on both balls and the head of my dick.

I wanted to curse but with the tongue clip even the usual indecipherable
rambling came out only as a groan.

From experience I knew I would be able to carry up to four at most, but I
already was full of weight and had to climb a pillar. There was no way to
take more of them.

The platform I was on moved upward. I held still, terrified of losing my
balance.

After a few seconds my ascent stopped at platform number two. It had a
weight orb on it as well. I had the choice between using the next elevator
or getting back to walking along the spiral.

I chose the stairs, which were now fairly broad again but also absurdly
high, requiring me to raise my feet to hip height with each stair.

It was a miserable, slow walk, but I wasn't in danger of falling, which was
the only thing that could have made me take on more
dick-ball-weight-orbs. After the next fifty or so stairs, I got to platform
three.

On this one, the prospect of using the elevator was tempting because there
were no more stairs. Instead the way up had to be climbed through thick
poles sticking out of the pillar. It was not immediately dangerous, though,
so I decided to climb. My arms were as rested by now as they were going to
get.

Of course, this left me with the problem that my hands were cuffed. I had
to grab a pole, pull myself up and then either hold onto a lower pole with
my legs, or sit on one if it was in reach of my ass.

That way, my ascension was a lot slower than it could have been. Luckily,
the poles gave me enough grip to combat the usual sweat streams I left
behind everywhere. The weights on my hips, limbs and especially my crotch
pulled with as much force as I could exert. Any more weight and I would not
be able to pull myself along the poles.

When I reached the fourth platform I dropped onto it because I couldn't
hold myself up any longer. Right away, the orb attached and I was elevated
to platform five.

With two orbs pulling my balls and dick I had a hard time standing without
constantly crying out. Also, since they once again repelled each other,
they forced my thighs apart just to make it a bit more uncomfortable.

I got up with every part of my body in some variety of pain and surveyed my
next challenge. There were neither stairs nor poles. Instead there were
bars – like those on a ladder, except wildly distributed across the
pillar.

It would have been possible to use them as stairs of sorts, so I didn't
step onto the elevator and instead grabbed a bar. My feet did most of the
work, with my tied hands only holding me upright as I stepped onto higher
and higher pieces of the broken mockery of a ladder.

Platform number last-but-one followed soon after, and the ladder pieces
turned into carvings. They were too small for me to put my foot in without
danger of slipping. Considering I didn't have full use of my arms, I
decided I couldn't risk it.

The third orb forced me into an awkward stance with my legs wide spread and
the pull on my balls made me think of the stress position between games. I
could not stand upright any longer. The ball weight was too intense.

So I dropped on all fours and then on my side. There was a small decrease
in ball pain but I had no idea how I would go forward.

The last platform came into my field of vision. There was only one more
`staircase' between the top and my bruised body. I looked for the way up,
hoping it would be simple stairs, although I didn't think I could drag
myself up.

The pillar was perfectly smooth. Taking a fourth orb was my only
option. For cruelty's sake, the sixth and seventh platforms were more than
a step length apart.

Screaming, I fought myself into a standing position, ran forward and
jumped. It felt as if trying to jump with my balls tied to the ground, but
I landed on the other side with everything still attached.

On all fours, my crotch rubbing along on the ground, I dragged myself to
the fourth orb. It attached right away and I rose to the top, right
underneath the ceiling.

With tied hands it was nearly impossible to go forward. The orbs had to
have a weight far exceeding my body weight.

Sweat and precum greased my way as I slithered along the floor like a snake
that had forgotten how to go forward. I must have looked hilarious to the
audience but I wanted nothing more than tear demon heads off their massive
bodies.

As I passed the line from platform to the column's flat top, I saw movement
below. Kang had used the first platform and ascended. I didn't have all the
time in the world anymore. If Kang was already in this room it was possible
– though not likely – that Sven wasn't far behind. Depending on the
next challenges I could still come in last.

A gem attached to my nipple chain at the same time as the orbs vanished. I
let out a hoarse cry in relieve and waited for the gift to appear.

The seventh gift consisted of a thin, but unbreakable string from my cuffs
to the head of my dick where it wrapped around the separation between head
and rod. From there it split and attached to my ankle shackles.

Naturally, all the ropes were too short.

If I wanted to keep my hands hanging where they were, I had to bend my
knees. If I wanted to keep my legs straight I had to bend my torso.

A staircase descended the short distance from the ceiling and I made my way
up on wobbly legs. Despite everything I felt light – as if I was
floating. The orbs really had been most of the weight on me.

Part of me wished Kang good luck. Another part of me hoped he'd take on too
many orbs and get stuck.