Drow love - Tortured (part two)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/z2ymtp/drow_love_captured_part_one/)

It had been three years of pure torment for Aidan since he was brought to the temple and enslaved to his former friend Imari. The temple had erased all traces of her original self and all that remained was a cruel and ineffable monster. Her wickedness was matched only by her strength in both the martial and magical arts.

"Hurry up worm! I'd have your manhood flayed if we are late." Aidan looked fearfully behind him at the tiny open chariot and the nude imperious figure seating on it. He quickly redoubled his efforts and grunted as he shoved his throat and genitals forward, their respective harnesses biting into him. The tiny thorns and rough surface penetrating and chafing his skin.

He was sure that by now, his groin was bloody from his efforts. Just another hundred yards or so to the grand halls of the Head Priestess. Aidan glanced behind him again and gazed at the chains connecting his harness to the chariot.

Imari returned his gaze and followed it. The thorny harness, then the steel chains attaching themselves to the bottom of her seat. Gears and pulleys moving causing the silky smooth and soft gel-like substance coating the seat's middle to rotate like a wheel. Caressing and stimulating her labia sensually, lovingly. In other words, his horrific genital mutilation and pain was not just arousing her mentally, but also physically.

Her fellow priestesses openly gawked at the strange procession. Even in a drow temple dedicated to female supremacy, she caught most of her sisters giving looks of pity and sympathy to her male. When they caught her eye though, they just politely nodded and looked down. Good. Even herelders know what kind of woman she was now.

When she finally reached the Grand Halls, she leapt from the chariot and landed gracefully on her feet beside her beast of burden. Opposite from her, on the Steps of Ascension, she recognized her rival standing with her own male slave. It seemed that Alayna had purposely not humiliated her slave to show her confidence in beating Imari in the arena. Alayna's slave looked demure and subservient, but was otherwise unchained and unharmed.

On the other hand, Aidan's body was a mess.The whip marks were found on almost every inch of his body. The new harness had created angry welts and lacerations on his neck and genitals. He was little more than skin and bones with a gaunt haunted look on his face. Alayna had seen undead with more life in them than her rival's slave.

Imari caught Alayna looking at Aidan and grinned. She had already beaten her rival intheatrics, but now it was time to trounce her in the arena. A voice boomed from everywhere at once. The spectators on the sides of the giant raised dais quiet down.

"Fellow sisters, as you have known, my decade long tenure as Head Priestess has ended and I am called to serve as the Queen's advisor. It is time for a new leader. A sister who will serve the cause of female supremacy and drow superiority boldly and fearlessly. These two are the best amongst you. If any would contest that, step forward."

No one did."Then these two will battle until surrender or death, whichever comes first."

Aidan watched the rivals step up the dais to do battle. The sisters on the sides cheered wildly for a good show. But there was no show to be had. Imari was simply too good of a fighter and mage. Alayna lay injured and exhausted on the floor after just two minutes. Imari placed her hands on her and they glowed green with healing energy. She helped her rival up. Alayna bowed her head and indicated surrender.

"Sister... Head Priestess Imari will lead you now." The disembodied voice of the former leader declared for the last time.Ordinarily, this would be the time for the new leader to finish off her rival either after the duel or later through assassination. But Imari knew Alayna to be uncommonly unambitious and easy going for a drow, especially a female one. So she immediately appointed her as her second in command in front of the crowd.Her second bowed her head lower and pledged allegiance to her new mistress, the new Hierophant. Imari made her way up the small dais onto the massive empty throne, but stopped short and shouted.

"Male worm, sit on the throne!" There was a sudden hush, then some murmurs amongst the audience. Alayna raised an eyebrow. Aidan simply gawked. Imari casually walked to her stupefied slave and roughly grabbed his balls. Dragging the nude drow by his nuts, she force marched him onto the throne and sat him down.

Then she sat down on him. His dick stiff on her lower back, her vagina on his stretched scrotum and his balls underneathher clitoris."What are you waiting for? Massage my breasts..." Aidan tentatively reached from his sandwiched position to grab her boobs and gently massage them. "Don't worry 'honey', I'll return the favor..."

She shoved her groin forward to grind the trapped testicles into the chair. As they turned a shade of purple, she cruelly pressed her thumbs into them in a perverse mockery of a massage. Aidan flailed about from the agony but could do nothing except squeeze her breasts which only brought about moans of ecstasy from his tormentress. The female crowd laughed, cheered and jeered at this new spectacle. Aidan saw little more than his former love's hair and back. His whole world was consumed with the searing pain in his balls.

Nonetheless, this intimate close contact between their genitals and all the stimulation caused his dick to twitch and spurt a white geyser up his torturer'sback and hair."Oh I forgot to mention honey. If you come, I'm going to have to castrate you."

"Mmmph??!!" The male behind her screamed into her hair.

She muttered an explosive incantation and pressed down with both her thumbs. The crowd roared in a frenzy as they saw her glowing hands go right through the male organs with loud pops that send the contents of what was once a healthy male sack everywhere. Imari turned her head around and winked at Aidan whose look of betrayal, shame and pure agony gave way to the glassy eyed stare of oblivion. She came.

The last image of Imari that he had before unconsciousness was her licking the remains of his manhood off her fingers... and her innocent wink.

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/15686hp/drow_love_liberated_part_3/)