Breaking up the (search) party - Day 1.

Uklag stands before the cell and looks at the women inside. Like the others of its design it is designed for only one person but for what the warlock has planned singular cells are only for high standing individuals.

Which these spearwomen most certainly are not. He doesn’t even bother to remember their features or ask for their names, soon enough they will be just some of many anyway. In the cell the women are looking at him with defiance, Uklag smiles and walks away.

He is alone, Alratha has gone to secure the surroundings, Zal is working on the next meal, Celine is hunting (although Uklag hopes to find a replacement for her soon, she is pregnant after all), Catherine has been sent to Brikstrat and the twins wanted to have some fun with Droy before he heads out to find some of his former colleagues.

Uklag isn’t sure Droy will return afterwards, ever since almost dying the Albino had seemed wary of the warlock’s presence, not that that would be a surprise to anyone. However he doesn’t care much about that, even if the smuggler doesn’t want to follow him he seems thankful enough to not tell the officials what is going on in this place. He stops at the fourth cell, the only one where a singular woman is sitting.

In actuality the woman is making squats but that doesn’t matter to her situation. “Tienal, how do you feel without your armour on?” Uklag asks and leans against a protrusion next to the cell. The light of the enchanted torches flickers on the knight’s body, that is only clad in Droy’s former prisoners clothes, as he had sadly already burnt Alratha’s. A couple of silvery scars stretch across the muscular woman’s body.

“Still like I can wrestle you down and squeeze the life out of you, warlock.” Uklag smiles, “If you don’t want to call me master at least call me Uklag when addressing me.” He says. Silence ensues as Tienal continues her squats, sweat dropping from her forehead. With a sigh Uklag steps away from the wall, his staff repeatedly clacking as he walks off. “Giving up already?” Tienal asks. “I think I will need to show you what I’m capable of before you make for a fun conversation.”

Uklag stops at the next cell and opens it. Immediately the two women inside leap at him. He rams his staff into the stomach of one while shocking the other. Then he takes the shocked one and kicks her back into the cell. “Know your place.” He says and closes the door again. Then he turns to the other woman, who is holding her stomach in pain.

“We will have some fun now.” It takes a bit to get the former soldier into the torture chamber and binding her to a wooden cross but he manages to do it eventually. “We can take this two ways.” Uklag says and sits down in a comfy chair. “I can either break you into submission or you swear fealty to me. Choose.”

“You can inflict as much pain as you want to, Fiend.” The soldier spats. “I will never yield to your kind, Saeletra will protect me.” Uklag laughs whole heartedly. “Inflict pain? Your goddess will protect you? Oh, that is precious.” It takes a little for him to calm down.

“Where I come from, some people in my tribe did believe in a goddess of water.” He begins to talk with a remainder of amusement, “Roughly twenty of them. One day when we made our usual route from one Oasis to another one of our camels went insane, from what I don’t know, the important thing is that he was carrying a good amount of the water the tribe had collected at the last oasis. The camel was lost and so was our water. These twenty idiots then exclaimed that they would find the camel as the goddess of water would be guiding them. Guess what happened to them.”

The soldier is confused by the story, “They died in the desert?” she asks. Uklag slowly claps “Exactly! A year later we walked the same route and made a pause at a formation of sandstone that was protected from the ever moving sands, there we found a matching number of shrivelled up corpses. What makes you think your goddess is any different?”

Now the soldier laughs, “Like the primitive idea of some dessert tribe can compare to the glory of Saeletra. You must be incredibly stupid to think such a tale would convince me.” “Well I guess the thing I will break today will be your belief then.” Uklag stands up and grabs one of several leather collars marked with different colours and puts one with a yellow point around his captive’s neck.

“Here are the rules of our little game.” Uklag says and sits down again, “Every time you lie, the cross you are currently bond at will increase your sensitivity two times over, every time you tell the truth it will make you feel great pleasure.” The soldier turns her head, “What is the collar for then?” Uklag puts his index finger in front of his lips, “That is a secret.”

“First question: Do you still need your clothes?” “Of course I do!” “That is the wrong answer.” Uklag says and stands up, ripping the remains of her old uniform of the brunette’s body. “That’s two times sensitivity, shouldn’t feel like anything yet. Next question: What are you?” The woman smiles, “A proud soldier of Estara.” Uklag shakes his head, “Without any weapons, naked in the enemy’s torture chamber? Funny thing is if you hadn’t said ‘proud’ your words would have been true, but like this we are at 4 times sensitivity, feel anything yet?”

“No.” After the response she starts to suddenly blush all over her body and lets out a long, drawn out moan. “My congratulations that was a correct answer. Didn’t that feel great?” The soldier glares at him, “No.” nothing happens, “So that makes eight times.” Uklag muses, “From here on out the real fun begins, I hope you are ready.”

“What is a drone?” Uklag asks, “A man that knows his place.” 16. “Why are you hunting male mages?” “Because men can’t handle a power granted to us by the goddess.” 32. “How many men have you slept with?” “None, I don’t want to have a child yet.”

Uklag waits a few seconds but there is no sigh of pleasure on the soldiers face, only an increased shade of red. “Wow, 64. So who did you sleep with?” “As I said, no one.” “128, by now the bindings must feel very weird on your skin, thankfully I made them extremely soft. Don’t you think they are comfortable?” She spits on the ground, “Nothing you could do could be comfortable to any woman.” She says that with a slurred tone, the sensitivity is slowly getting to her.

“256, I am impressed. I give you a maximum of two more wrong answers before you break.” Uklag stands up and walks up to his victim, “This one is easy. Are you wet?” The soldier looks at him with feverish eyes, “No.”

“And that is completely and evidently WRONG.” Uklag says and runs his finger along the soldier’s pussy. The 512 times increase of sensitive unloads in a climax that is caused by this single touch, a great amount of fluids run down the soldier’s leg as she tries to silence all the moans, failing miserably. Uklag raises his finger and presents it to the bound soldier. “See? If that isn’t wet I don’t know what is. Now I give you one more false answer before a touch of me alone will annihilate each speck of reason you have in that zealous head of yours.”

To mark his words he simply blows on the captives nipple, who starts to struggle violently against her restrains in response. “I should probably mention that the pleasure you feel will be amplified as well, so I guess whenever I next ask you something that you have to answer with truth your mind will be gone anyway.”

Uklag sits down again. “Is Saeletra, should she even exist, protecting you?” The soldier musters the last bit of defiance she has and says. “Yes.” Before she starts to pant uncontrollably. “1024 times! Not bad but what of this question: Who is the Queen of Estara?”

The soldier is silent, afraid of what will happen to her body if she answers with the truth. “You make my job way to easy.” Uklag says and smiles. The brunette doesn’t understand until pleasure starts to flow through her at extreme levels. As was foretold the pleasure that she had felt earlier was amplified by the same rules and she struggles as it brings her to the brink of orgasm. And stops there.

“See, if the cross doesn’t recognize an answer within ten seconds it sends the same pleasure, with the difference that it also blocks your release and continues until you DO give an answer.” The soldier had no choice, she had to answer. “I-i-i-it’s Queen Lydiaaaaaaaaaaaaa the seventh. OH BY SAELETRAAAH”

The answer given she is allowed to orgasm and quickly squirts all over the stone floor, minutes go by as she screams and wails in the bindings. “Now I want you to remember that pleasure you just felt. If you give me another wrong answer it will be the last question I ask you today and I will leave you hanging in these bindings until tomorrow, alone with 2028 times the normal sensitivity. If you answer truthfully you will feel that pleasure again. You understand that?”

“Y-yes.” The soldier says and is promptly hit by another mind shattering orgasm. “Good girl. Does Saeletra protect you?” “No.” more girlcum hits the ground. “One more time. Is Saeletra protecting you?” the soldier whimpers but answers, knowing what will happen otherwise.

Half an hour later a naked and completely exhausted naked soldier is thrown back into her cell. “By Saeletra, what has happened to you?” the soldier grabs her comrade’s collar, “She doesn’t care about us, don’t speak her name.”

Uklag leaves the shocked woman alone with her broken roommate and goes back to Tienal. The knight lies in her cell, biting down on her blanket as she masturbates feverishly. She doesn’t even notice Uklag as he walks off again and grabs a woman from the third cell, binding her to the same cross a couple of struggles later.

“Here are the rules of our little game…”

Hours later he is through all of them. All of them naked, part of them broken forever, lying in their cells. Uklag stands in front of Tienal again, the knight is still working her crotch. It’s not until he enters that the knight notices him. “So here is what the collar does.” He whispers with a smile, “It transfers all the sensitivity increases other wearers of its counterpart receive as well as the pleasure they feel, with the addition that it also makes you unable to cum by yourself.”

The knight doesn’t say anything as Uklag pushes two fingers into her waiting snatch. She bites down hard on her blanket in order not to moan but a few muffled screams still find their way to the surface. Not like any of the other women would care anymore.

“Once you do orgasm however it resets to zero.” Uklag whispers to Tienal, who is unable to get together a single thought. “This is my gift to you, the next time you will have to beg for it.” He leaves the knight behind and leaves the dungeon.

In the hallway he meets Zal. “What a great coincidence, I just wanted to see you.” Uklag says. “You can bring food for the prisoners now, if one of them – besides the captain – begs for you to fuck her you may do that.” The First-Servant takes a bow. “As you wish and thank you, Master Uklag.” He allows Zal to leave and walks into his bedroom, where he finds his wives fooling around with each other.

“I’m way beyond horny right now.” Uklag says and closes the door behind him.