The Tale of Shanaera: Part 4 – A Mother’s Hell

Shanaera was lying down in her cell. Sariandi was in the cell too. Filaurel was not there, and had not been when Shanaera had awoken. Shanaera assumed she was being interrogated. Sariandi and Shanaera did not speak. Both were too scared, and broken to talk. Each just lay silently on the hard floor of their cell, miserable and exhausted. When they heard the door to the cell room open, they looked up with fear, as did the elves in the other cells. All of them feared that an orc or goblin was coming to fetch them for interrogation. When Gnarlug appeared in front of Shanaera’s cell, both she and Sariandi scooted to the other side of their cell in fear. He entered and Shanaera let out an involuntary whimper. But the goblin moved toward Sariandi, not Shanaera. He attached a leash to Sariandi’s collar. “Come, it is time to come up with new ways to inspire you to give us useful information,” he said. Sariandi sobbed as she was dragged from the cell to whatever hell Gnarlug had planned for her.

Shanaera felt a wave of relief as Gnarlug departed, relief that he had come for Sariandi and not her. She felt sorry for Sariandi. But Shanaera was glad that Sariandi had been chosen, and not her. Shanaera prayed that the orcs and goblins would give her just a little respite from more torture. But she was not in luck. An hour or so after Gnarlug left with Sariandi, an orc came to her cell door. “Alright slut, I have come to deliver you to Gnarlug. It is time for more questioning.” Hearing this, Shanaera let out a sorrowful wail. It seemed she would not get any respite. The orc grabbed Shanaera by her hair and dragged her from her cell. She was taken deeper into the dungeon and through a metal door. Inside, she saw three elves and Gnarlug. The first elf was Sariandi. She was chained to a chair. In front of her were two younger elves, strapped down on tables, side by side. Gnarlug was standing between them and he was pushing a needle into the nipple of one of the younger elves. The elf was screaming in agony as the needle plunged into her nipple. Sariandi was also screaming, desperately yelling at Gnarlug to stop. ”PLEASE! I DON’T HAVE ANY MORE INFORMATION FOR YOU! PLEASE STOP THIS! PLEASE I BEG YOU! STOP HURTING MY DAUGHTERS!”

Gnarlug heard the door open and he turned to see Shanaera. “Ah, the new warrior elf. Welcome! Yesterday, Sariandi here begged me to free her daughters. So, I decided to give them a break from the fuck pit, and brought them here. Now their mama has to tell me something useful or I will keep plunging these basilisk venom-soaked needles in their sensitive parts. But it sounds like mama doesn’t really care to help her daughters.” He took another needle and plunged it into the nipple of the other daughter, causing her to scream. Shanaera saw that both had numerous needles sticking in their breasts and nipples. “Sorry, Deulara and Keya, it seems your mother doesn’t love you enough to spill her secrets and spare you this pain,” Gnarlug said the the two sobbing elves.

As Sariandi continued begging and pleading for Gnarlug to stop, Gnarlug took another needle and positioned it between Deulara’s spread legs. He began to push it into one of her labia, causing how to howl in pain. Gnarlug grabbed another needle and did the same to Keya, so that her screams mixed with her sister’s. Sariandi was desperate for Gnarlug to stop torturing her daughters. She started spouting off information. The names of the kingdoms. The names of large elven cities and where they were located. The relative populations of each and which she believed to be more powerful and wealthier. But with each piece of information she provided, Gnarlug replied that he already knew that or that it was not helpful, and he continued with his task, going back and forth, plunging needle after needle into Deulara’s and Keya’s pussy lips. Sariandi kept offering information, but it was never good enough. Unfortunately for both Sariandi and her daughters, it was only information she had. Shanaera’s eyes teared up as she watched. She could only imagine how painful basilisk poison was. And she could not imagine how much torment this must be for a mother to watch her daughters tortured like this, and be helpless to protect them.

Gnarlug grew impatient with Sariandi’s useless information. He picked up another needle and started to push it into Deulara’s clit. Deulara let out a crazed scream as she bucked wildly on the table. Her screams drowned out Sariandi’s begging. Gnarlug grabbed another needle and began to push it into Keya’s clit. She joined her sister in screaming in agony.

Gnarlug decided the young elves maidens had had enough for now. He began to pull the needles one by one out from the young elves’ breasts and genitals, returning them to the pouch. “Well little elves, I will let you rest for a little bit. Maybe your mother can think of something useful to tell me while I tend to this warrior elf here.” He gestured towards the orc that held Sariandi by the hair. “Have her strapped down on a table next to them.” The orc dragged Shanaera over to a table and placed her on it, on her back. The table had leather straps which were tightened around her limbs so that she was completely immobile and helpless.

Shanaera feared she was about to be tortured with the needles but when Gnarlug appeared next to her, he was not holding the pouch of needles. Instead, he had a jar. He showed it to Shanaera. “This is another method I invented to encourage slaves to talk. There are hot peppers that grow here in Aegor that are so hot that even a tiny piece will harshly burn your tongue. I have extracted the oils from the peppers along with the ground-up seeds, and have mixed that into an ointment. When it is rubbed into a slave’s sensitive areas it… well, you will have to feel it to understand.” Gnarlug slipped a glove onto his hand and then opened the jar. Using the gloved hand, he scooped some of the pinkish liquid onto his fingers. Gnarlug reached over and began to rub the ointment all over Shanaera’s nipples. At first, the creamy ointment was cool to the touch. But then her nipples started to tingle. And then they began to grow warm. The heat started to increase rapidly. Her nipples started to burn and Shanaera started to squirm against the straps holding her down on the table. The heat built and built and the burning became more intense. Shanaera wailed as the pain became unbearable. Her nipples felt like they were on fire. The burning pain was unrelenting. Shanaera threw back her head and cried out as she shook her chest back and forth, trying to find relief. But none came.

Gnarlug held up another jar. “This will neutralize the pepper compound and dull the pain. “Tell me about your army and kingdom.” Shanaera screamed as the intense, searing pain only increased. But as painful as it was, she would not betray her kingdom.

Gnarlug shrugged and set down the jar of cooling ointment. It would not be needed, it seemed. He dipped his fingers once again into into the jar of hot pepper ointment and reached between Shanaera’s splayed legs. Seeing what he was doing, Shanaera let out a terrified wail. She strained as she tried to close her legs against the straps that held them, and she lifted her hips off the table, desperate to escape what she knew was coming. But there was no escape. Gnarlug rubbed the ointment along Shanaera’s slit and between the folds of her sex. He dipped his fingers in again and then applied some more of the ointment around her asshole. Shanaera started to feel the hot tingling burn between her legs and she started thrashing and bucking. “Please wash it off! It burns! It burns!” she wailed. Gnarlug used his elbows to hold the struggling elf’s hips down on the table. Using his fingers of his ungloved hand, he began to rub her clit to stimulate it and then pulled back the hood protecting it. He used his gloved hand and rubbed more of the ointment on her exposed, swollen clit.

The burning all over her genitals quickly began to build into an intense searing pain. Shanaera bucked wildly and screamed, straining against the leather restraints holding her down, her hips undulating and lifting up from the table in an obscene manner as she tried to vain to escape the searing pain between her legs. The intense, agonizing burning was the worst pain she had experienced yet, and Shanaera screamed and screamed. The worst was her clit which felt like it was being sliced off with a hot knife. For over ten minutes, Shanaera thrashed and bucked wildly against the restraints holding her down, in agony from the burning burn, until exhaustion overtook her, and she fell back against the table, panting and bathed in sweat.

But still Shanaera refused to betray Argothrond or her fellow elves. Gnarlug decided she would need to experience more pain. He disappeared from Shanaera’s view for a few moments and then returned with two phallic-shaped plugs. Each of the dildos was made of wood, and covered with a leather skin. In his other hand Gnarlug held an iron female chastity belt. Setting the belt and the smaller of the two plugs down, he held up the larger plug. “Let’s get this ready to go in your cunt. Don’t worry; I will lubricate it first.” He scooped up a large dollop of the pepper ointment with his fingers and began to rub it all over the phallus, until it was thoroughly coated. Shanaera was still sobbing and squirming from the intense burning of her nipples and between her legs. But she paused and looked up as Gnarlug held up the plug for her to see. Shanaera wailed. “No! Please I cannot take anymore!”

Gnarlug laughed and he moved the dildo between her splayed legs and pressed the tip of it to her sex. He began to push it inside her, easing it in slowly. As it began to sink into her pussy, Shanaera let out a squeal, knowing the excruciating pain she was about to experience. Her hips began to buck again as she started to feel the burn of the ointment in the sensitive walls of her pussy. Gnarlug pushed it in deeper and deeper until it was fully buried inside her. Now it was time for the other plug. He picked that up and spread another large dollop of the ointment on it until it was thoroughly coated. Gnarlug reached down and pushed the tip of it against her anus. Shanaera was beginning to feel the heat deep in her cunt and Gnarlug had to hold her down as he started to push the plug into her ass. She jerked wildly as it sunk into her body. Now that both plugs were in, Gnarlug lifted up Shanaera’s hips and took the chastity belt, opening it by its hinge and securing it around her hips. Once it was in place, closed, and locked, a metal band ran snugly between her legs and ass cheeks. It would hold the plugs firmly in place.

Shanaera began thrashing more wildly as she felt the intense burning deep in her cunt and ass. She instinctively tried to push them out with her pelvic and sphincter muscles but the belt trapped the plugs inside her body. The brutal, searing burn of the ointment began to increase. Shanaera screamed in agony, her head slamming against the table as her whole body shook and convulsed. Her ass and hips flopped around on the table as the ointment burned and burned her insides. Her ass and cunt were on fire that only grew more intense by the second. Shanaera screamed as she thrashed and bucked wildly.

“PLEASE TAKE THEM OUT! PLEASE! PLEASE! IT BURNS! IT BURNS!” she screamed. Gnarlug ignored her pleas. He had given her a chance to talk and she had rejected the offer. So now she would suffer. As Shanaera continued bucking against the straps holding her and wailing like a banshee, Gnarlug decided to return his attention to Sariandi and her daughters. He went to fetch another dildo. Sariandi was still chained to the chair but he freed one of her wrists. Gnarlug then opened the jar of the fiery pepper ointment and coated the dildo in it. he handed Sariandi the dildo.

“Alright slave. We are going to play a game. You are going to get yourself off using that. If you do not, that is fine, I will just put in one of your daughters’ cunts, instead. You have five minutes to orgasm. You better get started. Your daughters are counting on you.”

Sariandi stared at the dido in horror. She had seen the affect that the ointment had on Shanaera. But then she looked at her daughters. She knew she had no choice. She had to do what she could to protect them. Sobbing, Sariandi lowered the dildo between her legs. She started to push it inside her sex. She began to slowly slide it in and out of her pussy, picking up speed quickly. She was hoping she would be able to reach an orgasm quickly. But it was only a few seconds before the ointment began to have its effect on the sensitive walls of her pussy. Sariandi started to whimper and then cry as a scorching inferno quickly built up inside her loins. She tried to ignore the pain as she continued fucking herself with the dildo, but the heat and the pain only built and built.

The rapidly-intensifying pain suppressed any arousal, making reaching a climax impossible. After a couple minutes Sariandi had no choice but to stop. The searing pain was too much. She pulled the dildo from her burning cunt and thrashed and squirmed on the chair, desperate for relief from the burning pain. “Please Master, I tried but it hurts too much! Please I tried!” Soon her pleas stopped and turned to pained cries as the pain increased. She dropped the dildo and began frantically rubbing her pussy with her hand, trying to wipe away the ointment and get the burning pain to stop. But rubbing herself had no effect; her cunt was thoroughly coated in the pepper ointment.

Gnarlug sighed. “It seems you did not care enough about your daughters to cum on command. Very well. It is time for a new game.” Gnarlug bent down and up snatched up the dildo Sariandi had dropped. He applied a fresh coat of the ointment to its surface and then showed it to Sariandi. “I am going to fuck one of your daughters’ cunts with this. And you get to pick which one. If you do not pick, then I will have four of these plugs coated in my special ointment and shove them in both your daughters’ asses and cunts. So, by choosing which daughter gets fucked, think of it as saving three of their holes. So, which one will it be?”

Sariandi’s eyes widen in horror. She shook her head. “No! Do not make me choose that! Please spare them both!”

Gnarlug snarled, “I will fuck them both with my special ointment unless you choose in 3…2…1…”

“Deulara!” Sariandi cried and then she began to sob. She dropped her head as she wept, racked with guilt.

“Good choice,” Gnarlug replied as he stepped over to Deulara.

Deulara started thrashing around. “No! Please I cannot take any more pain!” she cried in anguish. “Please no!  Mother, do not let him do this!” Gnarlug reached down and began to push the dildo into her pussy. He began to thrust in and an out at a rapid pace. Deulara began to feel the tingling heat of the ointment inside her cunt within a few seconds. Soon, the warm tingle turned hot. And then it was a scalding inferno deep in her loins. Deulara screamed and Sariandi watched and sobbed, begging for Gnarlug to stop. But Gnarlug kept thrusting the dildo in and out of Deulara’s burning cunt as the young elf screamed in agony.

Gnarlug continued fucking her for a few minutes before he grew bored. He pulled the dildo from the wailing and thrashing elf. Gnarlug glanced over at Shanaera. She had stopped bucking and thrashing. The pain from the ointment had dulled slightly. But she still felt an intense burning between her legs and all over her nipples, and was sobbing, her head shaking back and forth. Gnarlug turned from Shanaera and returned to Sariandi. He unchained her from her chair and hauled her up, dragging her by her hair to the other side of the room, where there were chains with cuffs attached to the ceiling. He pulled Sariandi’s wrists up and cuffed them, so that they were pulled high above her head. He went over to the table where Deulara was strapped down. Freeing her from the table, he dragged her over and chained her up standing next to her mother. Gnarlug then returned to Shanaera, unstrapping her from the table and dragging her over to chain her up in a standing position next to the other two elves. He left Keya strapped to her table.

Gnarlug disappeared from the elves’ view and returned am moment later, carrying a handful of dildos and two more iron chastity belts. He also grabbed the dido he had used on Deulara. Gnarlug applied a fresh coat of ointment to that dildo and then shoved it hard into Sariandi’s cunt. He slathered pepper ointment all over a smaller dildo and then forced it the whole way into Sariandi’s ass. Gnarlug was not done. He scooped some of the ointment from the jar with his fingers and rubbed it along her slit, on her clit, and on her nipples. The ointment applied, Gnarlug locked one of the chastity belts around Sariandi’s hips, so that the plugs could not be expelled. As Sariandi began to feel the building heat and began to squirm and cry, Gnarlug turned his attention to Deulara. He did the same to her. Dildos were coated with the fiery ointment and shoved in her cunt and ass, and the ointment was applied to her labia, clit and her nipples. Then the chastity belt went on. Finally, Gnarlug turned his attention to Shanaera. He unlocked her chastity belt and removed it. He pulled the didoes from her red, swollen cunt and ass and applied fresh coat of the ointment to them. Then they went back inside her burning holes. More ointment was applied to her clit, labia, and nipples, and then the belt went back on. Soon, all three elves were thrashing around and screaming in agony. Gnarlug grew tired of their loud screams, so he grabbed three gags and gagged each of the elves so that only muffled screams escaped their lips. As the intense burning increased and seared into their tender flesh, Sariandi, Shanaera and Deulara danced wildly in their chained positions. All three were in pure, unrelenting agony.

Now it was time to turn his attention to Keya. As he approached her, Keya began to sob, fearing she was about to receive a similar torment. But the only thing Gnarlug did to her was gag her and undo the straps that held her ankles to the table. “I was going to set you up with your mommy and sis, but I realized the orcs in here need something to fuck,” he explained. “And that ointment will really burn their cocks, which isn’t a nice thing to do to them. So, no ointment for you, and you can spend the night getting fucked while the rest of your family feels the heat from my ointment. I am sure they will both be very jealous of your good luck.” He had gagged Keya because he did not want her communicating with her mother or sister while he was gone. But Deulara and Sariandi would not have heard anything Keya had said. They were too preoccupied with the searing infernos between their legs and all over their nipples, for anyone’s words to register in their minds.

Gnarlug departed the interrogation room. It was not long before an orc entered the room. He stepped up, pulled up one of Keya’s legs to lift her hips up and give him a better angle, and drove his cock into her cunt. He grunted and began thrusting away. 

Keya barely reacted. She had spent the last several weeks in the fuck pit. She was quite used to getting brutally pounded by orcs. As the orc fucked Keya, he glanced over at the three other elf maidens who were screaming though their gags and bucking and thrashing around. It was enjoyable to watch their frenzied anguish as he fucked Keya. After he spurted his cum inside Keya, another orc took his place. Soon a line of orcs had formed. All night, orcs fucked Keya while Deulara, Sariandi, and Shanaera continued to be burned by the searing pepper ointment that was coating their most sensitive parts. It was a hellish night for all of them.

The next morning, Gnarlug checked in on the elves. Keya was still being fucked by orcs. Shanaera, Deulara, and Sariandi were hanging limp from the chains holding their wrists. All three were crying and drenched in sweat. The burning of the ointment had substantially subsided over the several hours. But it was still very painful. After the latest orc got done fucking Keya, Gnarlug unchained her from the table. “You reek of stale orc cum,” he remarked as he pulled her down onto the floor and pointed at his feet, instructing her to kneel. After Keya was on her knees, Gnarlug held out a jar for her. “This is the cooling ointment that will neutralize the painful burning oils that are searing your sister’s and mom’s private part. Do you think they should be given this to alleviate their pain, slave?”

“Yes, Master,” Keya whimpered.

“What a thoughtful little sister and daughter you are, slave” Gnarlug replied. He opened the jar. “You will rub this ointment on to neutralize the burning. Except there is a catch. You can only use your tongue. Get your tongue in the jar and get it nice and coated with the cream. Then you can go and lick your sister’s and mama’s cunts, asses, and nipples to give them relief.”

“Yes, Master,” Kaya, whimpered. She hardly reacted to the news of what she was going to have to do. It barely registered. It barely bothered her. She had largely been stripped of her identity by her weeks in the fuck pit. She had been completely stripped of her dignity. She did not really see her mother and sister as her mother and sister. They were fellow slaves, animals, holes for the pleasure of their masters, just like she was. Keya pushed her face down into the jar and licked up a bunch of the cooling ointment. She then crawled over to her sister and stood up and began to lick and suck on her nipples. While she did, Gnarlug, removed Deulara’s chastity belt and pulled the plugs from her inflamed, red pussy and ass. Keya crouched own between her sister’s legs and began lapping at her pussy, doing her best to thoroughly coat it with the naturalizing ointment. She pushed her tongue deep her sister’s cunt, as deep as she could, trying to get as much of the cream inside her as she could. Then she crawled around to the other side and began to lick her asshole before she pushed her tongue into the puckered hole, trying to give the back passage some relief from the burning. Keya worked her tongue all around and in Deulara’s ass and pussy for several minutes, occasionally dipping her tongue back in the jar to collect more of the cooling ointment. As she was licking her sister, Gnarlug removed Sariandi’s belt and the plugs.

“OK slave, tend to your mother now, Gnarlug commanded.

Keya pulled her face away from between her sister’s legs. “Yes, Master,” Keya replied and she crawled over to her mother. Keya used her tongue to spread the cooling ointment all over Sariandi’s nipples, cunt, and ass. When she was done, she pulled her head away and wiped her mouth.

Gnarlug stepped up to Shanaera and removed her gag. “I bet you want relief from the burning too. I will let you have it, but only if you tell me why you were in the forest and what you planned to do with the goblin you captured.”

Shanaera dropped her head. Her lip trembled. She was determined not to betray her kingdom. But she could not take any more pain right now. And she told herself that revealing the details of what she was doing would not be a betrayal. So, she started talking. Shanaera told Gnarlug about her mission to find Princess Miriella and how she had spotted the goblins and followed them back to the portal. And how she had planned to capture the goblin and bring him back to Argothrond as proof that goblins had infiltrated Elevosia.

Gnarlug listened intently. He looked to Keya. “Slave, use your tongue and the ointment and give this slave some relief.” He removed Shanaera’s chastity belt and pulled the plugs from her burning pussy and ass. Keya began licking her nipples first, and very quickly the burning began to subside. Keya then moved her head between Shanaera’s thighs. As Keya began to lap at her pussy, Shanaera signed, relieved as the burning slowly began to subside. As Keya’s tongue wormed its way into Shanaera’s pussy, the burning deep inside her began to lessen. Keya could not get her tongue in deep enough to neutralize all the burning, but any relief was welcome. As Keya began to push her tongue into Shanaera’s ass, Shanaera signed again as the burning in her ass began to subside.

“Ok, that is enough, slave” Gnarlug commanded, and Keya pulled her head away. Gnarlug looked at Shanaera. “Now tell me about Princess Miriella’s father and her family,” he commanded.

Shanaera dropped her head and began to sob. “I cannot. I cannot betray my kingdom,” she whimpered.

Gnarlug turned to an orc guard that was in the interrogation room. “Take these two slaves back to the fuck pit and this one back to her cell,” Gnarlug said, gesturing toward Sariandi, Keya, and Deulara. He went to fetch his pouch of basilisk-venom coated needles. “It seems this other one needs some more encouragement.” The orc chained Keya and Deulara together so he could take them to the pit and he grabbed Sariandi by her hair. The orc began to drag out the three elves, and a demented scream from Shanaera rang out as the first needle was plunged into her nipple. Her hellish session with Gnarlug was far from over.

(End of Part 4, to be continued...)

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