The pear

Teysa knew that she was playing a dangerous game with this woman. The Empress probably wouldn't kill either of them intentionally, but she could easily lose control, and some of the devices in this room looked like they were capable of permanent injury. We are the prisoners of a madwoman. One false step will doom us both. She considered her options.

The Pear of Agony sounded horrible, but right now Teysa didn't think a flaming brand was an option. She had seen slaves bearing their master's marks in the market. The smallest brands were the size of coins, the largest like great grotesque birthmarks. From a distance they could be mistaken for tattoos, but up close the scarring was unmistakable. The thought of Aliara's delicate pale skin marred by such a violation was anathema. Whatever the Pear was, it had to be safer than that.

Teysa swallowed her before responding. She tried to meet Aliara's gaze, but the half-elf's face was downcast. "The... the pear. I choose the pear."

The Empress grinned wickedly. "Oh, excellent choice! Hear that, my lovely?" She cupped Aliara's chin in one hand. "Your lover has chosen to inflict the Pear on you. Remember that in a few minutes-- this was her idea." She practically skipped over to the shelf and returned bearing an oblong metal orb about the size of her clenched fist. A small handle stuck out of one side, looking like nothing so much as the wind-up key for a child's clockwork toy.

"A simple device, the Pear," the Empress said in the tone of a teacher admonishing a slow student. "You see here, this handle? I just turn it like so..." She deftly gripped the egg-shaped object in one hand and turned with the other, "and see! It shows you its true colors." Teysa watched as the pear separated into three separate leaves that spread and expanded, blooming like a flower. Each turn of the key spread them wider and wider. Horrified realization struck her, and she could not stop herself from blurting out, "No, please! You'll kill her!" For her part, Aliara was silent, though Teysa could see her trembling like a leaf in the wind.

The Empress shook her head with a smile. "No, silly. I'm very careful. I won't kill her... though she may wish I had, by the time I'm done. Disrespectful wench will need to learn her place." She turned the little handle on her pear to close it up again, and the sections slid together as smoothly as if they had never parted. "Let's begin, shall we?"

She knelt down on the floor next to Aliara, reaching one long-fingered ebony hand towards her gaping cunt. Aliara's pussy lips hung open, drawn down by the weights, and she shuddered as the Empress caressed her sex. The chains jangled softly. The contrast of the Empress's night-black skin against Aliara's pale pinkness was striking and almost hypnotic, and Teysa found herself unable to look away as the Empress's fingertips idly toyed with Aliara's exposed clit. The drow flexed her fingers back and forth, stroking softly along the edge of Aliara's feminine passage, while her other hand brought up the pear. With the same slow, gentle movements she nestled the tip of the pear against Aliara's pussy and began to press it in.

The half-elf whimpered as her tight channel was filled with cold metal. She tried to flinch away, but her bonds were too tight, and the Empress applied a steady pressure. Little by little the pear disappeared into Aliara's cunt. When it reached its widest point it paused momentarily, unable to continue. With a devilish smirk the Empress gave it a slight twist as she shoved, and Aliara wailed as it slid past her defenses.

Soon the entire pear was lodged within Aliara's sex, with only the tiny handle projecting out between her pussy lips. The Empress leaned in to kiss the half-elf's inner thigh and stayed there for a moment with her eyes closed, her nostrils flaring. Then she pulled back and stood up. One arm caressed Aliara's shoulders while the other reached between her legs to grip the pear's handle. The Empress addressed Teysa. "Alright, my dear, the Pear is positioned. Shall we begin? What do you think, a quarter turn? Is that enough to start? Let's see!" Gripping the handle, she rotated it by a small amount.

The reaction was immediately. Aliara's toes curled, her fingers spasmed, and she let out a cry of pain. "AAAAHHHH!" The Empress ignored it and looked down. "Look at that. A quarter turn already. She must be pretty loose, this one. Maybe you should ask her about what naughty business she was up to before she settled on you. Again?" This time, the turn elicited a choked sob from Aliara. Teysa blinked back tears. This was inhumane. She could only imagine what Aliara was going through. Li, I'm so sorry. I didn't know.

"Again!" The Empress's fingers moved busily between the half-elf's legs, fiddling with the handle and stopping to rub or pinch her prisoner's most sensitive parts. "That was a challenging one! I'm getting some resistance! Maybe she's not totally blown out after all. Not yet, anyways..."

She gave the handle a playful twist. Aliara screamed again, this one a full-throated bellow. "AAAUUUUUUGGHHHH!" She thrashed in her bonds. Tears glistened on her face and dripped off her chin. Teysa tried her best to distract the Empress. "Please! I beg you! Use that on me! I'm much tighter than her, it'll be more of a challenge! Please, take it out!"

"Oh, I don't think you want me to do that!" cackled the Empress. "If I take it out now... well, at least she won't have a difficult childbirth! If I leave her capable of bearing children at all!" Her eyes were aflame again, and her voice sounded unhinged. "Come on, I want to see how far she can go! We're almost there, I think! People are much stretchier than you think they're going to be. It's always fun to find out just how far you can push them..."

One more turn, and Aliara bucked in her restraints, her mouth frothed with flecks of spit. Her eyes rolled up into her head. The Empress frowned and slapped her across the face, but to no avail. The half-elf had passed out.