(Bad End) Eternal

Christina moaned into her gag as the whip struck her back. “UGGGHHHH” she called out, the newest mark causing her to shed a fresh batch of tears. She lost count of how long she had hung here, deep in this dark dungeon. The mind control spell Serene had cast onto the warrior did her no favors. While she no longer felt devotion to her former Mistress, the spell did cause permanent damage, leaving the once-proud warrior confused and subservient. Despite the constant pain she was in, deep down she knew she needed to obey. She was just a toy to be used, and that thought was enough for the simple creature.

The demoness had been incensed at Serene’s folly, that she dared keep a **** of her own. She decreed that the witch be made an example of and ordered her to the dungeon. “You will forever be a **** toy,” she said to the sobbing woman, who desperately protested behind her panel gag. “My minions will be excited to play with you when they are bored. That’s all you are good for now.” She didn’t even bother to pay any attention to Christina; after-all, a mortal who was broken so easily was not worth the succubus’ time. The head torturer was the one who took possession of the red head, another **** in a sea of slaves.

Their new owner was a terrible beast of a woman, a vicious she-orc. She wasted no time stringing the two girls up, ignoring their whimpers and pleads. The demon’s magic stretched far throughout the castle, and the dungeon was no exception. The women would soon discover that they no longer needed substance, no food or water. Further, their wounds would heal, even if the pain never subsided. They were truly the perfect **** slaves, toys you could break as hard as you want.

Currently Serene was riding a wooden horse, her crotch buried deep in the point at the top. The wood was stained with her cum, as the pain mixed with the rubbing on her clit to constantly provide her pleasure. She had not been a painslut when their sentence began, but unlike Christina, no spells were used to alter her mind. She started out defiant, alternating between cursing her abusers and pleading for mercy. All of that was gone after a few days, and now the witch was fully broken. All she did now was mutter weakly for mercy, sobbing to see the castle’s Mistress one more time. To be given one more chance.

Both women’s bodies started to react to the pain, and the constant whipping, clamps, chains, and **** devices eventually all started to provide them pleasure. The she-orc dungeon master theorized that it was because their bodies needed to adapt in order to deal with the pain, but regardless, it added a layer of humiliation that excited the orc. Some days they were just left in painful bondage, ignored when the she-orc had better things to do...or new victims to break. But women came and went, and while new cries sometimes filled the cavernous dungeon, Christina and Serene always remained. They were no longer women, just masochistic toys to be used by sadist masters.