The Tower of Darkness

Golumn smiled as he watched Arwen's feverish sweat slick body twisting 
and turning. He knew that somehow the slug was able to detect from its 
subject's nervous system the final moments before an orgasm and slow 
the pace of its pulse. By doing so, it slowly and surely drew Arwen 
deeper and deeper into the sexual vortex, intensifying the sexual pleasure 
and hunger with final release forever lying just beyond reach. The sweet 
torment was fast driving her insane and into a state of sensual 
euphoria. Every nerve in her body was jolted by bolts of sheer carnal bliss.

As the hours dragged on, Arwen slipped in and out of consciousness as 
she plunged deeper and deeper into the creature's deep dark world of 
carnal pleasure. Along mental defenses had long since crumbled along with 
her physical defenses and she could only watch helplessly as she 
embarked on a sexual roller coater ride into sexual oblivion.

Sweat poured profusely down her tired body as the sexual marathon 
continued. Arwen's body had been in a state of extreme arousal for several 
hours with every muscle in her body tense and taut, wound up like a 
coiled spring, and the physical exertion was slowly taking its toll on 
tired and spent body. It was now driven on only by its own greed for sexual 
pleasure. Drunk in sexual pleasure, Arwen was being consumed from 
within by her own sexual hunger and craving for pleasure.

She surrendered totally to the slug as it brought her to a ever higher 
state of sexual frenzy. Another shudder ran through her body as her 
body convulsed and her back arched as she once again neared the brink of 
climax. Her fist were clenched as she reached out for the final moment. 

This time the slug had timed it to perfection. So close was she to 
final climax that her body could almost sense the impeding sweet release 
and reached out desperately for it. Never before had she been so close to 
nirvana that night and her breaths came in great gulps as her body went 
rigid, tensing for the initial throes of an intense orgasm. A fresh 
wetness invaded her moist clit as her vagina muscles trembled in sweet 
anticipation. Then as it had done on countless times that night the 
creature pulled her back from the brink but brought her on to an ever higher 
state of frenzy. 

With each endless round, her need for release mounted and intensified 
like a huge damm that was threatening to overflow and burst open. So 
great was the her pent-up desire that it overwhelmed all other thoughts 
and completely consumed her. Every nerve in her agitated feverish body 
was coaxed to a heightened state of intense sexual arousal until she was 
guided by her own pure hedonistic primeval lust. 

The extended sexual marathon was taking its toll on her physical body 
as it was driven past the point of exhaustion. As the small slug took 
her mind and body to the boundaries of insanity, Arwen could only pray 
for the sweet torment to end. But the creature between her legs was 
merciless and relentless, stoking the burning inferno within her, driving 
her tired perspiration soaked body on and on. 

As the first rays of daylight broke through the cracks of the dungeon 
walls the signaling daybreak, Golumn knew that he had to bring the 
sexual marathon to an end. The slug had driven some of its previous human 
subjects past the point of no return, several had died from shock and 
heart attacks whilst others were driven permanently insane. 

The dungeon was filled with the sweet scent of Arwen's sexual arousal. 
He scampered eagerly up her sweat slick body, lapping up the beads of 
salty perspiration collecting around her breasts and erect nipples, 
reveling in her sweet taste. He could feel her breathing becoming more 
laboured as the slug again brought her to the brink and he spurred her on 
sucking strongly on her left erect nipple and twisting her right nipple 
between his fingers.

Arwen's eyes opened wide as she recognized another approaching orgasm 
in her sexual delirium. Her chest rose and fell in unison with the 
frantic pulse of the cocoon and once again the creature was able to time her 
approaching climax to perfection. But the slug had not counted on 
Golumn's sudden intervention which pushed Arwen's past her brink. The 
creature pulsed violently as it fought to regain control over its sweet 
subject, trying to bring her back.

For what seemed like eternity Arwen hovered on the very edge of sexual 
oblivion. Scampering down her twisting body, Golumn descended to the 
region between her legs and could see the slug throbbing violently trying 
to regain control of its subject. Slowly he approached Arwen's wide 
open clit, relishing the sweet musky odour emitted from deep within her. 
He had waited all night to take her and smacked his lips in eager 
anticipation as his own urgent sexual lust took hold. A massive phallus 
sprung up from between his legs, its tip was crown by a drop of his greyish 
sperm. 

The moment had come but he had to time this to perfection. He blew 
gently into her trembling moist orifice and the mere caress of his breath 
sent Arwen finally over the edge. Arwen cried out as the intense orgasm 
took hold and her entire body was wracked in painful spasms. Her back 
arched and beads of sweat flew off as body jerked violently. 

As her body finally relished the sweet release that was denied to it, 
the lips of Arwen's vagina opened wide as her vagina muscles contracted, 
ejecting strong jets of her clear vagina fluids. Golumn knew this was 
the moment and plunged his obscene phallus into her. He grunted in 
bliss as he felt the tight warm and moist embrace of Arwen's velvet soft 
vagina. 

Caught in the violent sexual seizures which racked her body, Arwen did 
not appear to notice the huge organ as it entered her still convulsing 
vagina. But as more and more of the immense organ disappeared into the 
small pink orifice, she felt the phallus almost ripping her apart as a 
searing pain cut through the intense waves of pleasure. 

Golumn grunted as he met resistance, and looked down to see that only 
half of his massive phallus had disappeared into Arwen's small, petal 
like opening. Not to be denied of his full enjoyment, he slowly pushed 
the deformed organ inch by painful inch.

Arwen screamed as the searing pain intensified jolting her mind back to 
consciousness. She bucked and twisted her body, trying to throw him of 
and vomit the offensive phallus impaled deep within her. But Golumn was 
surprising strong and held on, taking pleasure in her intense 
discomfort. With a final violent thrust, he entered her to the hilt, burying the 
entire organ deep within her. He looked down to ensure that all of his 
penis had disappeared within her and then stayed still for awhile as he 
enjoyed the maximum physical contact that Arwen's tightly stretched 
vagina walls made against the rough scales of his penis.

Tears of pain trickled down Arwen's sweat stained face and she shut her 
eyes. Still under the influence of the leech's intoxicating toxin, the 
pain only served to increase her state of arousal. Suddenly, she felt 
Golumn's body stiffen above heard, and a moment later he emptied his 
vile contents deep within her before collapsing on top of her.

After long moments, Golumn reluctantly slipped his now flaccid phallus 
out of her puckered hole and retrieved the now satiated leech. For the 
first time that night Arwen's tired body was able to rest. He silently 
crept back into the hole from whence he emerged.

As the rays of the morning sun flooded the dungeon, the heavy oak door 
of Arwen's cell was flung open and the first Orck entered her cell. His 
eyes fell upon the supple naked female form which lay in blissful 
slumber and a diabolical smile of lust filled his face....