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Part 7
Artemis
In the cell, the White Magician ceased his muttered incantation and turned to the two men who had just strung up the cursing, red-tressed Amazon by her feet. The mercenaries had been busy with their knives and greedy hands, and the only piece of clothing now left her were the band tying back her hair and the lower part of her boots. With her ankles attached to chains hung from the ceiling, her feet were splayed almost four feet apart, forming a V shape with her neatly trimmed pubis as the bottom-most point. Her hands remained bound behind her while her head hovered three feet off the ground so that just the ends of her fiery locks swept the flags beneath. Looking at the effect her inversion had on her ample chest and savouring the memory of that splendid form as they had stripped her, the pair of mercenaries shifted restlessly, clearly eager for more work.
'These men volunteered for this duty,’ the deceased sorcerer was saying. ‘I can’t say I blame them. They know that there is no turning back of course, unless you feel like being more cooperative?'
Artemis sneered. The Magician smiled and gestured towards the guards, making signs of power as he spoke in an unknown tongue.
Almost instantly, the men began to change. Their clothes swelled as their bodies expanded, muscles rippling and flesh turning from pink to deep crimson. Their masks tore to reveal faces no longer human but leering, bestial. Yellow eyes roved Artemis nearly nude form as they grew still more, their last shred of clothing tearing away.
The sight revealed to the Amazon was monstrous; massively proportioned bodies, each seven feet tall and rippling with strength. The fiends hands ended in wicked claws. Their mouths were full of slavering fangs, and their male members, grossly excited by Artemis’ bondage, jutted a good nine inches from their hairless crotch, twitching down their blood red three-inch girth.
The warrior maintained her composure and looked in disdain at the two figures. `So? Two male worms showing their true foul appearance. What’s next? Letting them jump through rings and dance for our entertainment?`
The beast-men looked at her defenceless, magnificent physique. Their forked, snake-like tongues flicking in and out between their sharp fangs. One of the figures smiled and spoke in guttural tones - 'Keep talking bitch, we want your tongue warmed up for later!'
Grinning along with the hell-spawn, the dead Magician gestured again. From a swirl of light and smoke a table sprang into being, lined with tools whose very shape spoke of pain and suffering.
One of the creatures lumbered over, reaching for a bone handled whip. As he raised it, Artemis could see the wicked barbs along the leathers six-foot length. He leered at her, letting it snake over her naked belly. The curving points tugged at her taut skin as the whip was drawn over her stomach and the woman felt the scratches on her smooth abdomen. She suppressed her instinctive shudder while the other creature picking up a pair of hideous looking pliers. The insides of the tongs covered with numerous blunt spikes, placed in such way that they glided neatly into place besides each other when the jaws were closed.
‘I’ll be going now,’ the damned soul of the sorcerer said, as his foul accomplices edged closer to the hanging body of the Amazon. ‘My brave Amazon, I can only hope this session will seem like it could go on for eternity. Have the goodness to scream loudly, dear. Hell is a long way.’ He glanced over at the tongs and whip. ‘Well, maybe not that far.’ And with a laugh he dissolved back into the mystic pattern from which he had sprung.
Artemis watched him return to his damnation, then turned her gaze back to the two remaining fiends. The fierce warrior-woman’s green eyes shone with hatred at the demon men, and she spat savagely. ‘Maybe you hadn’t heard; I´m an Amazon. We don’t concern ourselves with trifling pain!’ She spoke with a cold voice, but behind her her fingers twitched nervously.
‘We believe you,’ snarled the whip demon, and let the lash fly out.
The whip struck her across the small of her back, the barbs instantly tearing at her flesh. The force drove her forwards and she felt a wave of dizziness as her body moved in space, the blood now starting to the pound in her ears as it rushed to her head.
SW-ACK!
Artemis struggled to free her hands. She was unable to stop the swinging of her body, which birthed its own pain in her ankles and calves because her whole weight was resting on the iron cuffs circling her feet. The monsters watched her swaying, excited to see the sweat starting to flow from her awesome figure. Then with a vile laugh it sent the barbed whip coiling around her long legs between her hips and kneels, the length snaking around her limbs as the points bit deep into her muscles.
‘Damned Bastard!’ she shouted at them, and her voice was thick with pain and hate. As she struggled the whip was hauled back so that pieces of meat were ripped from her beautiful legs.
‘AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!’
Blood flew from the wounds and went spattering against the walls, the terrible injuries leaving chunks of flesh hanging from her long limbs. It dribbled down between her legs and dripped into her face so she could taste the metal flavour of anguish. It seeped between her sex lips. Aided by the tiny drops of sweat it ran down into her navel.
CRAAAAACK
This time it flayed the skin from her calves, making her stiffen from the waist down and give a shrill cry of suffering. The whip ripped of more flesh from her strong body and sent her to a place of horrible agony. Through tear-wet eyes she could see the other beast stopping down to pick up some of the strips of flesh from her legs, eating some pieces of her skin. She shook her head in disgust, thrashing helplessly as she tried to free herself and fight back. The Amazon fought for leverage, arching her back so her tits pointed to the ground.
The foul beast stepped back as the second monstrosity reached down with a hideous claw and seized on one of those perfect orbs, hauling her up by one of her breasts. Artemis eyes went wide with pain, the talons on the long fingers digging deep into her meat of her tit. Her mouth was open but no sound escaped, held helpless in the grip of the horror and feeling like he was tearing her breast away from her body. More streams of red blood coursed down her neck and fell like raindrops onto the dirty floor.
Hoisting her long muscular torso with the one hand, the creature played with the hideous looking iron pliers, holding them up to let the woman see them clearly as she was flayed. The demon gleefully noted the numerous blunt spikes, the way that they glided neatly into place besides each other when the pliers were closed. The effect on human flesh was both horrifying and obvious. The Amazon responded to the attempt to intimidate her by spitting fearlessly at him.
The thing that had once been human was enjoying the warm red juice from her melon-like chest. Holding up the pliers closer to her agony pinched face he let her see the jaws working open and shut even as she heard the swish of the lash and she felt more flesh being torn from the back of her legs. The warrior woman gurgled in pain as the tears wet her cheeks.
"This is the real way to be celebrating a meal, and today you´re the meat for the banquet," the demon laughed with arousal in his voice. Artemis gave a short angry scream in the demons grip, and then a more drawn out sound of agony as the pliers settled in the crook of her armpit, just where the tit curved to meet her body, and began to crush into her smooth body.
While its friend began to torture her with the pliers, the other brute let the scourge rest on her belly. She steeled herself as the razor sharp barbs grazed her perfect skin, the red drops springing forth like rubies from the small wounds and mingling with the red fluid already soaking her cords of the weapon. . "Oh gods, they’re peeling the flesh from my bones" she thought as she fought to stop the panic from controlling her.
The devil raised the whip again, bringing it down on her midriff with a crack like a gunshot. The barbs again tore her flesh, drawing blood.
"SSSSSSSSSSSS!" Artemis felt the rips in her smooth abdomen and suppressed a scream.
CRACK!
“Nnnnnn!”
WHA-AACK!!
“HUNNNNNNNNNH!”
With every stroke from the vile cord pieces of skin where ripped from her smooth. Her long legs twisted, her breast not being held in a demonic claw shuddering as it hung towards her chin. The sweat of her suspension burned in the wounds like venom while she hung helpless, feeling the blood running hot down over her shoulders and dripping to the stone floor under her.
He drew back and hit her again, this time just under her ribs where they angled out from her breastbone.
“OUUUUUUgh, that was…a good one,” she grunted to the beasts, trying to cover her feelings, pretending strength.
The torturer made no reply but looked pointedly at her torn and bloodied midriff. Craning her head she could see the wound on her body healing with supernatural speed, the raggedly slicked flesh drawing together even as she watched.
Artemis felt a terrible wave of despair wash over her as the significance of the Magicians final taunt came home. The truth was she was already feeling herself taxed by the slivers of meat being torn out of her, and the mystical healing did not in any way dull the pain of her torture. Deep in her mind she remembered her time in hell, how long it had taken before she accepted the Demon Lords ‘generous offer’. She had always told herself that it had been her choice and not that they had broken her, but Artemis was enough of a warrior to know that everyone did have a breaking point. Sooner or later.
The aberration with the tongs mauled her sensitive flesh between arm and body, pulping and crushing with exquisite cruelty. The pain from having her body ground to barely solid meat was awful, and wordless sounds of bitter pain were dragged from her throat and lips. The without warning the beast released both the tongs and its clawed hold on her tit, letting her drop until she stopped with a sudden jerk, hanging head down from her chains.
There was another impact of leather and barbs against her belly, her body swaying back as she tensed from the pain. She felt the blood again, this time warm and sticky as it ran over her inverted tits. But not so much as she would have thought. Gritting her teeth her anger filled eyes locked with the whip wielder as the he paused, ready to strike again. " Is…that…all which… you can bring ?" she breathed contemptuously.
'We got all the time in the world, cunt,' the demons laughed. Hanging before them Artemis felt the awful pain of the flaying fading slowly.
‘My brave Amazon, I can only hope this session will seem like it could go on for eternity.’ The White Magician’s words sounded like plague bells in her memory.
The red haired warrior kept her breathing deep and steady as she fought back the despair and the helplessness. She made her answer her stony features as the whip bit again, shredding the skin right over her stomach and causing a gagging moan to seep from between her lips. The monster left the lash coiled around her waist for a moment before using its strength to pull it back over her flayed body. As the barbs hooked in the flesh and then tore free she jerked hard in the chains, legs stiff and back arched ."Shhhhhhit ," she bit out, her teeth grinding as she struggled to focused herself on her inner power.
A huge demon cock rose up in front of her face as the creature carrying the pincers moved around in front of her. It looked down at her over the top of her full, red stained breasts, then kneeled down so that its face was level with those proud orbs and its erection angled out between its legs and up under her head, pushing into her long red hair as it hung down to the floor. The smell of evil and untapped male sex made her gag.
Hauling her round the creature pushed the tongs into her other armpit, trapping her flesh between the spike-covered steel plates and then crushed it viciously. The woman trembled as blood welled up around the jaws and her face twisted in pain. As before the body at this point was especially sensitive to stimulation since it so rarely received any, and the flesh so near her tender breasts being crushed mercilessly. But this time she pressed her lips to a thin line and remained silent.
SWACK SWACK! Shreds of smooth skin were flayed from the captive’s tight ass. The demon stepped close and licked some of the blood from her torn buttocks, its icy drool running down over her backside’s ravaged curves.
After what seemed like hours of grinding the pliers again let go, only to descend on her left breast. Waiting, she twitched on the torture frame, eyes moistened shamefully. The whip was hitting her again, so that blood reddened spilled from rents in her skin and stained her lovely suspended body.
Taking its time the second creature licked his sharp teeth and as the pliers began closing about the skin surrounding her proud, strutting nipple. Without needing to see she felt the pliers descend on her upended boob, forcing herself to be looking away as it began to close, tighter and tighter so that the monsters could see her tit peak bulging up like a balloon.
SWACK!
WHAP!
CRACK!
The barbs were alternating between her belly and buttocks, ripping them over and over while sweat went running down her body so that is shone like polished glass. Her midriff was a mass to torn skin and pain as she spasmed with every blow. Her legs were as tight as steel cables and the blood running down between her breasts dripped onto her lips as she hung grimacing in pain.
Artemis could feel the blood flowing hot down over her shoulders and dripping to the floor. Whip-boy drew back and hit her again, this time just under her ribs where they angled out from her sternum, the pain tearing at the sensitive underside of her breasts. Then is brought the whip down in an overhead stroke, catching the terrible points in the meat of her inside leg, less than a foot from her vulnerable sex.
CR-ACKKKK
Below the carnage wrought against her thighs, the iron tongs were still closing around her entire tit-tip...crushing her nipple flat between the vicious teeth. The crushing pressure was sending waves of terrible pain into her breast and chest, so that she jerked like an inverted marionette, her teeth clenched as she heaved in her bonds.
'Ggggggggnnnnnnnnnrrrrrrrrr' she moaned. The pain went on and on, her nipple being ground to pulp. Then the pliers began to twist...twisting her nubbin around cruelly, actually threatening to tear the bloody piece of meat from her proud tit. The demon operating the vile instrument giggled in vicious glee while tears ran down her face and she twisted fitfully, thrashing silently and almost accomplishing the bloody deed herself.
Suddenly, the pressure stopped and the pain at the tip of her mammary began to ease. A huge hand grabbed her head, pulling it up to look up at her injuries.
Artemis blinked, forcing herself to look. Once again horrific injuries to her body were already healing, the wounds closing and the awful bruised lump of meat that had been her nipple returning to gradually to its right shape and colour. The awful pain was receding again, though it still hammered at her as she hung by her feet.
“Such are the ways of hell,” chuckled the tongs demon.
Having been excited by the smell of female blood the whip demon began going faster, twirling the cords in circles against the lovely target hanging in front of him and letting the woman warrior feel her skin starting to peel away from her midsection in bloody strips. No sooner had the barbs laid open her muscles and sinew to the air than the horrible wounds began healing. Artemis twisted and shook in her bondage, her voice a whine of tight-lipped anguish as her legs bunched with muscles and her ample tits wobbled shining in the torchlight. Even as they were made and the pain coursed through her like liquid fire she felt the skin pulling together, the tears in her body mending lest blood loss end her life and her pain.
It took only a few minutes of concentrated effort for the creature with the whip to turn every inch of her midriff into a bloody wound. The red liquid soaked the leather cords and sprayed the grinning fiends so that they licked it from their lips and faces. Artemis breasts were soaked in her own ichor and it fell in drops from her upended tits.
On the other side of the inverted Amazon the thing that had been human once leaned back so it could enjoy the sight of her perfect ass tense hard with each bloody stroke. Every inch of this woman was a testament to sex, from the way her tapering legs jerked and shook as the pain ripped at her to the fierce gasps and grunts of pain from her cherry lips. Her utter contempt only made her a more sexually splendid target for their lust fuelled violence.
The demon whipping her shifted his attack again to the small of her back, and Artemis felt the skin over her curving spine being cut to meaty shreds. She bent like a bow being strung, chin aimed at the floor and belly hollowed as the red blood covering her stomach began to congeal slowly to a sticky dark syrup.
Positioned in front of her the second devil went to work with this dark iron tool, making her grit her teeth even harder as the pliers once more worked around her breasts. With slow and deliberate cruelty he set about methodically mauling the boobs curving grace, pinching, twisting, and crushing. Tears spilled from her savage, wide eyes as she felt the iron pulping her orbs bit by bit, nerves and flesh mashed between the metal jaws as she hung helpless to save herself. The crack of the whip sounded endlessly in the stone chamber, wet and vicious. The pained gasps and stifled cries of the warrior woman mingled with the eager hissing breath of the torturers.
With a chuckling growl the second creature dug the pliers deep into the wonderfully inverted mellon and pulled hard at her tit, twisting it quick and hard, and that pliant hemisphere at last reached its limit. The tongs jerked back, tearing out a chunk of skin and fat the size of a ball bearing and leaving a ragged hole in the bruised surface of Artemis’ breast.
‘YYYYYAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!’
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