Lauri had been sent on an errand by Kennis in the cellar to find a good bottle of Porto for a client of the inn. She got lost in the cellar's maze, but she did find the reserve of aged Porto. She took a bottle and slid it in the folds of her dress before resuming her search for the exit. She eventually found her way into a room she had never seen before. A large, metallic door with multiple locks was keeping it shut, but somehow the last person had forgotten the key ring in one of the locks. The priestess had entered the dungeon, which was lit by torches. Multiple instruments of tortures laid on the ground, and a complex system of chains dangled from the walls and the very high ceiling. She turned around, spooked by the ill-looking room and resumed her search.

She handed the bottle to Kennis, who thanked her with a warm smile. She sat near the bar and tapped her finger nervously on it. She couldn't help but wonder what was going on in that room. She imagined dark rituals of blood, monstrous tortures and hoped that the Inn wasn't a cover for some sort of infernal sect. She left for the cellar once more, this time determined to fully explore the dungeon. She found the door and entered, locking it behind her and keeping the key ring. The air was humid and roots perked out between the stones of the floor. She made her way into the main room and examined it.

It was a circular room with many containers along the walls. Chests, wardrobes and even a vanity were present. There was also a bed, making her believe for a few seconds that this was just another room in the inn, but the presence of chains and weird machines convinced her otherwise. There was a drain in the middle of the room and a small stream of water made its way through the stones and down in it. There were other doors in the room, all made of iron. She walked to the first and managed to unlock it with one of the keys. Inside were more weird items stocked. She then opened another door, finding an empty room with a bed and a few accessories. The third door led to a restroom, which was quite accommodating. Finally, the last door lead to a man locked in chains.

She rushed to the man's side and found him unconscious. She unlocked the chains with her keys, then dragged him out and put him on the bed in the main room. She covered his naked body with the drapes and analyzed his health and body. He seemed fine, but she found a strange tattoo on his shoulder blade. She recalled it being that of the Tanaris bandits. Upon further inspection of the tanned, Arabian looking man, she gasped, recalling she had seen his picture a long time ago. He was Caliph Scorpidsting, a renowned ring leader in the desert's water fields. She knew how cruel he was, she also knew how vicious his assassins were, having lost a dear friend to them when she was young and carefree.

Suddenly, Scorpidsting grabbed the busty woman by the throat and leapt out of the bed, forcing her down on the ground. "Ahah! Thanks for setting me free, bitch! You're gonna be my first woman, you should be proud," he said as he pulled her dress up. She tried to stand up, pushing up against the hand on her throat. He then punched her in the face, decided to put her in her place. Knowing she was now tremendously more powerful than him, she met his fist with a head butt, breaking two of his fingers and making him scream in pain. She then reached for his face and casted a smite while he hit her in the chest. Her mounds absorbed the hit as she finished casting, sending the man flying on a few yards. He fell down heavily on the ground, his erect penis swelling down as he groaned in pain. She gripped him by the hair, forced him to stand and threw him against a wall. "I know why you were here now," she said with a cold look on her face, having no pity whatsoever for a rapist and a murderer. She spat in his face.

Disgusted by him, she grabbed a pair of pliers and turned it against him. She pinched it down on his left nipple, forcing a scream out of him as he slid down the wall until he sat on ground at her feet. She let go of the pliers and placed her foot over his cock. She grinned as she pressed down on it, squeezing it between the rocks and her shoe-clad toes. Somehow, his cock hardened as he grunted in pain, teeth clenched. Surprised by this reaction, she lifted her foot again and pressed her heel onto his shaft. The three inch stiletto dug into his skin, bruising it as his hard penis oozed pre cum on the stone floor. She moved her heel from his groin to his mouth, forcing him to suck on it, flashing her panties under her dress as she towered him. He sucked the stiletto and took her kicks to his face in the process. The rough leathery texture felt rugged on his skin, yet he obeyed as he held his wounded hand.

She forced him to stand then chained his arms over his head, both wrists bound together. She used the system of chains to pull him up until he stood on the tip of his toes. "You're punishment just began," she told him as she turned to a drawer, trying to find some clothes as she didn't want to dirty her dress. She found a leather suit, which was mostly consisting of bindings and straps mangled together. She changed in plain sight of the man, stripping buck naked before sliding into the suit. It felt as if a dozen of belts wrapped around her thighs, crotch, belly and breasts in an attempt to conceal her skin. In fact, it mostly made her rack seem fuller and squeezed the fat of her thighs and ass. She found matching leather boots and gloves, which she put on before pulling her hair back in a ponytail.

Armed with a whip and a flaming wand, she stepped up in front of the criminal. Shadows seem to seethe from her skin: she had changed her font of power when she changed, thanks to her dual specialization. She walked around the man, her even higher than before heels resonating at each step. She cracked her whip against his skin, leaving a mark of bright red blood. Droplets splattered her skin and suit, but she repeated the movement again. And again. She aimed for the man's sides, forcing loud screams of pain each time her weapon met his skin. She chuckled as he twisted in the chains, his arms aching from being pulled up in such a fashion. She pulled him up higher, making it so he lost contact with the ground, then kicked him on the butt. He swayed left and right, meeting her whip on his way back. She toyed with him in such a fashion, making his ass' skin turn red from the kicks and his torso red with blood. Her own face was covered in dripping droplets of blood, which she let trickle freely, enjoying the tickling sensation it gave her, and it was so similar to cum in warmth and texture, just a bit more liquid.

"Now, I can't leave you bleeding to death can I?" she asked more to herself than to him. She lowered him until he could stand, then held him steady. She gripped his rock hard cock and pressed her huge breasts against his side, using her knees to lock his legs. She raised the fire wand with her free hand and pressed it against his bleeding wounds. He screamed. She rolled the hot rod on his body, cauterizing the injuries and leaving horrible scars of burning skin behind. Before she was done with all the cuts, Scorpidsting passed out and his erection swelled down in her hand. She took that time to heal his hand and the remaining wounds, determined to make him lost longer than that. She unchained him and bound him to a quartering table.

He woke up to see her straddling him, still caked with drying blood, and holding a bag of needles. He gasped and strained against the steel bounds, noticing quickly he was on a quartering table. She grinned as she pressed his chest down with her knee, holding him steady as she pierced his nipple with a heated needle. She left it there, midway through, then bent forward and kissed his sensitive and hurt nipple, sucking the blood away. She repeated the motion for his other nipple, soon finding her ass to be tickled by his hard-on. She turned her attention to his ever hard prick. She took a needle and heated it with the fire wand before grinding it along his shaft. It left small pink marks on his skin, and purples one on his cock head. She licked the wounds before pressing in his sack's extra skin. She pierce the skin through and through, hitting nothing else than small blood vessels, which barely bled out, but still producing a very satisfying pained grunt out of her prisoner.

She stood up and jumped from the table, returning with a spiked collar, which she wrapped around his neck, preventing him from looking down at his own body with scrapping his chin on it. She tied it tightly, choking him every so slightly. "Are you starting to regret all your crimes and rapes? Do you think you start to know how your victims felt?" she asked him before hitting him with a strong punch in the guts. She forced the air out of his lung, leaving him breathless. He sucked air in with difficulty because of the collar, making his face turn a bright red as he struggled to breath. "And now?" she asked, leaning down on him and biting him, leaving bright red marks on his shoulder. She bit him again and again, leaving bloodied teeth marks on his chest and arms and legs. She bit down on his cock, making him squirm even more as she held it firmly in her jaw. She pulled away and straddled him once more, forcing him to stare at her bright red lips and bloodied face. She then spat his own blood in his face, right above his left eye, making it drip down in it and hinder his sight.

Using a baton, she struck him across the chest, sending pain flare through his previous wounds. She had bound his eyes, preventing him from seeing any hit coming and she found his surprised groans of pain ever more amusing at every hit. She laughed as she battered him with blows, leaving bruises each time. She took a malign pleasure into batting away at his cock, making it bounce sideways as she hit it with the baton. A final hit on his forehead made him stop moving. She stopped laughing and walked up to his side and examined him, finding him alive, but weak. She healed many of his new wounds and unbound him. She dragged him to an execution stand and locked his head and wrists in the appropriate holes. The stand was apparently made for smaller creatures, making him lay nearly flat on the ground with his head and hands locked in the wooden frame. He still wore the collar, but it didn't hinder him more than previously.

He woke up and tried to stand, but only managed to get on his knees with his torso parallel to the ground. He felt a shadow cast over him and turned his head as much as he could, only to see a pair of huge tits dangle over him. The buxom woman then crouched, moving out of his sight. He felt a pressure on his asshole as something tugged on his neck, pulling his head up into the lock. She had attached a leashed on his collar, tightening it as she pulled on it, while she had donned a strap on and slowly pushed it into his ass. He screamed painfully as his unprepared ass took the thick toy and stretched around it. The woman stood half crouched behind him and moved her hips about, but felt much resistance from his sphincter. As she finally felt his anus adjust to her toy and allow her to fuck his ass better, she choked him more with her leash. The moans and groans of the man soon turned into ragged panting for air as she rammed her strap-on up his ass and kept him from breathing.

She rode his butt in such a fashion for many long minutes, knowing she would have no limits but that he would eventually pass out. His face was bloated and red and his breath sounded like harsh coughs. She bent forward and reached under him, gripping his big hard cock and jerking it. He came within a minute of the first stimulation, splattering the ground with his cum as she destroyed his anus. Unable to breathe as much as his excitement would have required him to, he choked from the collar soon after his orgasm, passing out promptly.

She freed him from the collar and the stand, leaving his abused ass prodded up as his face lay in his own sperm. She tossed the sex toy away and took her clothes, then proceeded to leave him there, making her exit in the provocative outfit and locking him down again.