Down the Rabbit Hole

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE CH. XI

A Sexual Adventure in a Fantasy World

Chapter XI - Interrogation Elvin Style

Note to reader: The first ten chapters of this story were published under the Sci-Fi/Fantasy category. The next several chapters include considerable BDSM and thus have ended up here. If you like this, I hope you will go back and read the earlier chapters.

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Alan spent a restless night in the dank, smelly cell. He broke down and tried masturbating, and the lack of outcome was expected and maddening. After the failed attempt, he said, "Fucking bitch! What the hell? Why did they place this fucking chastity ring on me? That's what it is. Fucking bitch." Despite his anger at the elf, visions of her pussy kept clouding his mind. Outwardly, elf pussy looked like a woman's, but the greater volume and variety of fluid she had produced was new. However, this observation was only based on one elf encounter, and he had heard of Earth women who made copious sexual fluids. He had never been with one that produced more than just enough to make screwing work. It struck him as crazy that he now characterized the women he knew as Earth women. As opposed to what? What was this place called?

In the morning, judging from the weak light filtering in through what passed as a window, breakfast didn't come. Instead, the morning brought two male Elves with one of the sticks. They were elves from the contingent that brought them to the castle in the wagon. Now, they were being more congenial and almost sympathetic. They started out by courteously introducing themselves.

The elves Dyffros and Thallan removed Alan from his cell, keeping his hands bound and pulling him down the passage by the collar.

"What did you do to my friend Sean?"

"You'll find out if the keepers choose to tell you," Dyffros replied, the stockier of the two elves. Stocky, at least for an elf; he looked like a slightly larger pre-pubescent boy.

"What, not even a hint?"

"You are to meet our female keepers now. They are going to ask you questions, and you will answer them. All males do."

"I already told you everything I know on the way here."

"What you tell us doesn't matter. Nor does anything you have said to anyone until you answer to the keepers. But for what it's worth, I don't believe you, not that my beliefs matter. I do pity you."

"Why have I seen so few of these elf women? You keep them under lock and key and let them out when there is dirty work to be done."

"Ha! I'm not sure of everything you said, but we serve them. They are our reason for being, and they sent us to hunt you. That is why you are here; there could be no other outcome. We have no choice in what we do, and you'll have no choice but to answer their questions. Then they will decide your fate."

"There is so much wrong with that."

"It's the way it is. What you think matters not in the tiniest bit. Now you need another bath; you smell like Scretch dung."

His second bath was also not a pleasant experience. His wrists were fastened to a beam above his head. And then he was thoroughly scrubbed by naked male elves who were not gentle with their stiff brushes. He was cursing at them as they worked, knowing they understood the gist of his verbal abuse, if not the actual words, which seemed mostly not to translate. Being bathed by males was about as uncomfortable for him as their bathing methods. When they were done, his skin was red and raw. They freshly shaved him--again--and then coated him in a lotion that soothed his abused hide. The lotion was the only pleasant part of the process, but it was a bit awkward enjoying lotion applied by males who looked like boys with pointed ears.

They pulled him out into the hall and around a corner, then through a large doorway with a thick wooden and iron door. The room was lit by touches on each stone wall, and various chains and cages were hanging from the wooden beams in the ceiling. An eight-foot-tall, wooden, X-shaped cross stood in the middle of the room. On a table nearby sat two suitcase-sized wooden chests with iron reinforcements. He was sure one held cutting tools. Alan's persistent bad feelings became horrible feelings. It was definitely a torture chamber. He did wonder why he needed to be scoured clean to be tortured. Were they worried about infection? They did not want him to die from some infection, so they could kill him in some kind of ritual. These elves were sick. And what was the chastity ring about? If it made any sense, he would swear that this was some kind of sadist, masochist, sexual, dungeon thing.

"Come on, guys, you are not going to strap me to that, are you?"

"We are afraid so. Know this, as males, we are sorry for what is about to happen to you."

"What? What do you mean?"

"You are about to find out. It's more than most males can endure, but it doesn't usually kill. If you are smart, you'll tell them what they want to hear quickly, but not too quickly, or they will think you aren't telling the truth. It's best to let them work on you for a while."

"Oh, come on! At least tell me what they're going to do to me."

"We can't; none of us has been punished here. Even if we did know, it is forbidden to talk about what happens in this room."

Once they had him securely bound, cuffs locked into place, arms above his head, and legs attached to the bottom arms of the cross, they left. Alan still wanted to cling to the vision that elf women of Earth legend tended to be beautiful. The one that fitted the ring was not bad. The more he thought of her, the sexier she became. Why wouldn't she be sexy? She had characteristics like his lover. That, however, did not stop him from envisioning the elfin women coming to torture him, these keepers, as brutish hags.

As he stood there waiting for his fate, he had horrid thoughts about the contents of the boxes. A thought came to him that the hags were going to castrate him. It made sense; maybe the ring somehow helped with that. No, his gut told him that he would come out of this alright and in one piece. His gut was never wrong; that was his magic. Nonetheless, he urgently tested his bonds just as a second door to the dungeon opened. Hags, they were not. In fact, the taller one was the most beautiful elf he had ever seen. Well, that barely counted as these two were only the second and third elf women he had seen. Still, the taller one was more beautiful than all the Earth women who had played elves. He guessed it helped that, like everyone else in this world, they were naked, but somehow, that made her beauty even more remarkable. Other than magazine models, almost everyone had flaws. Her beauty seemed complete.

Looking at these two, it was clear that there was variety in elfin women. His favorite appeared to be the younger of the two. She was only a few inches shorter than him, not tall for a human, but by far the tallest elf he had seen. Her features were almost Nordic, with blond hair and green eyes. No, not green, but emerald, and they seemed to sparkle. Her figure was stunning. He was drawn to her long, shapely legs. Above those was no pubic hair, like every elf he had seen. When he moved his eyes upward, there was a flat belly and nice, medium-sized breasts. Her skin was smooth with a light all-over bronze that bespoke to the nakedness of this place. At that moment, he was glad for the prohibition against clothing, other than he was worried about becoming aroused, given the frustration of the last twelve or so hours. What kind of retribution might that cause?

Her companion was evidence that not all elves were intense beauties. On her own, she could be attractive, with brown hair and the same slightly less lustrous green eyes. But in every way, she was just a little deficient compared to the other. The two were probably similar in mass, but the second elf was squattier, perhaps a whole foot shorter and wider. Not puggy anywhere, just broader. She looked to be the older of the two; how much older, he could not gauge.

Having now seen three elf women, he concluded that elves were quite similar to humans. The outward differences were few. Both of these elf women had pointed Spock ears and longer faces. He came back to their legs. They seemed longer in proportion to the rest of their bodies; he still was not sure. He liked long legs, and he found them attractive. Honestly, that was the one thing he liked least about Scarlet's body. The most notable difference was that the elfin women were the physically superior sex. The males were not impressive at all. Relatively weak, in fact.

"Are you comfortable, prisoner?" It was the shorter, less attractive one talking.

"No." Surely, they weren't going to castrate him.

"Good. I am the lead interrogator, Seldanna Adfina, and this is my apprentice, Kali Valpeiros. Not that it matters. You will simply address us as Keeper Seldanna and Keeper Kali. Do you understand?"

"Whatever floats your boat," he said.

She did not respond to that; instead, she walked over to one of the boxes and put her hand on it. Now his gut told him that he had already stepped in it. There was no reason not to cooperate. Was there?

"There are two boxes here. One is for pain, and one is for pleasure. It seems we will start with pain, and know that makes me happy." She opened it, reached in, and pulled out a short, vicious-looking leather whip. She stepped over to him and lashed him across the chest and then the belly in quick strokes. Despite himself, he cried out. It felt like she broke the skin. He looked down, and there were just two red welts, no blood.

"A bit old-fashioned, but effective. It's better that I do not need to do that again. If I do, it will be...hmm...more vigorous and in a more delicate place. You might pass out, and I don't want that, so I'll ask you again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Keeper Seldanna." He would concede this. No need to get whipped unnecessarily.

"Good. Very good. Now we are going to have a little talk. We had a talk with your companion, but it was quite unsatisfactory. We misjudged his endurance, and he expired before we could get any true answers from him."

"You killed him!"

"Try again, or you get the whip. This is your last warning."

"You killed him, Keeper Seldanna!"

She whipped him across the belly again, but no more forceful than the first time.

"I don't like your tone, and the correct response had better become instinctual, or we will have a problem. I will give you this one answer. Of course not, fool; we will have a second go at him. We know now to go slower with you. You humans look like brutes but are really weaklings."

"Seldanna, a question," said Kali.

"Yes, apprentice."

"He appears older. Is it possible that the other was just inexperienced and that we'll have better luck with this one?"

"Possible, but not likely, you insolent novice. These humans are pathetic; despite their stature, they make our pitiful males seem like sexual mavens. Now give him the dust. Get to it, you incompetent wench!"

The one called Kali went to the pleasure chest and pulled out a small leather bulb with a tube about four inches long attached. It reminded him of a small Botta Bag from his youth. She stepped over to him, and he thought she would put the tube in his mouth. He clenched his teeth, having already experienced some of the psychedelics of this world.

"Hmm...Keeper Seldanna, it looks like he might try to fight it. Can you hold his head?"

With strong hands, the stocky elf grabbed ahold of his head with a surprisingly painful grip, and the elf called Kali stuck the tube up his nose and squeezed the bulb, blowing fine dust into his sinuses and down his throat. She withdrew the tube, and she pinched his nose closed. The urge to sneeze swiftly passed, but he coughed and said, "That was nasty, what was it; I mean, that was nasty, Keeper Seldanna, what was it." At least it was from the pleasure chest.

He got another hard smack just above his pubic area this time.

"From now on, you will only speak if we ask you to. Understand? You are a pitiful being."

"Yes, Keeper Seldanna. Please forgive me." That was dangerously close to his cock, and he wanted to avoid the feeling of the lash on that sensitive part.

"You will find out soon enough; it acts fast, especially on you pathetic humans."

He was feeling slightly lightheaded and euphoric. Not bad, not something that seemed to be contributing to his torture--yet. It is becoming a pretty decent high--mellow. Related to Viszit's berries? He began to see the keepers differently. Since she stepped through the door, he had been very attracted to Kali, but was even turned on by the dominant one, Seldanna. But damn, this Kali was a goddess. He thought he would like to eat her out and then fuck her hard, and with that, he felt a stirring in his crotch. His cock was getting heavy. Fuck, just like the damn fairy spell. He was getting hard in front of these elves! Now his cock was expanding further and rising. The ring was tightening and exacerbating the issue, slowing the return blood flow. This sensation was turning him on, getting hard in front of Kali, was turning him on. Fuck! What would they think? His cock was now firm and erect, standing at attention, but the sensation of getting harder was still there. His cock was now conquering gravity; he was almost straight up. It was so stiff, it was uncomfortable, almost painful.

"Good, good. The dust worked well, and now we have something to work with," said Seldanna. "It looks like you are enjoying this, prisoner. Let me ask you this, and in all things, you need to answer truthfully, or there will be consequences."

He expected this to be the beginning of the interrogation, where he would need to convince them that he knew very little about how they arrived in this world.

"Do you think Kali is beautiful?"

"What? Oh yes, Keeper Seldanna. Very beautiful."

"Really?"

"Extremely. The most beautiful thing I have seen in this world, Keeper Seldanna."

"Would you like her to touch your maleness? To stroke your maleness?"

"Oh yes, Keeper Seldanna, very much." He was pretty sure what maleness was. Some things seemed not to translate directly, and there were some gaps in the knowledge he had been given.

"Ask her then, beg her. Tell her how pretty she is."

"Keeper Kali, you're so very beautiful, the most beautiful being I've ever seen; If it pleases you, will you hold my cock, errrh, my maleness, please."

"Offer it to me," said Keeper Kali.

"Keeper Kali, I offer my maleness to you. It is yours."

"Hmm...that was weak," Keeper Kali said. "You are not truly desperate yet. I should ignore it. You need to and will learn how to beg. But I will admit that I find your maleness, your rod, attractive, and I am curious. It is larger and firmer than any elf rod I have seen, and I think I would like to hold it. So this once, I will bless you by touching it."

She walked over to him. She ran her fingernails across his bald balls, along the shaft, then around the tip. She repeated the process downward, then upward again.

"Nice," she purred.

She grabbed his cock firmly in her hand, and he gasped. Then her thumb started doing circles around the tip of the head using his already present precum as lube, and he moaned.

"If you shoot your seed too soon like your friend did, despite the attenuation ring, you'll be whipped hard," said Seldanna. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Keeper Seldanna. I understand." For the moment, he was grateful for the ring. He did not think he could cum, but if he did, it would be Kali who defeated the attenuation ring.

"After the failure of your companion, we've no tolerance for you spraying your seed early. None whatsoever."

"Yes, Keeper Seldanna, I understand." Fuck, now he understood how he was to be tortured.

"You understand what?"

"I will not shoot my seed, that is cum, too soon, Keeper Seldanna. I will hold it until you give me permission to release my cum."

"Hmm, you best not if you want to leave here whole. Know this; however, we are not without compassion. If you answer our question truthfully, we will help you cum, as you say."

"Oh, thank you, Keeper Seldanna," he said, regaining his composure. This was an interesting torture, and they might have underestimated him.

Kali, however, had a firm grip on his shaft, her thumb working his head, weakening his bravado. Damn, he was already so horny. His time with Scarlet had only ignited his passion. It usually took at least five days to exhaust their sexual energy, and the first couple of times only seemed to heighten their desire. Their moments of release resulting from that little gnome's berries, not to mention the fairy's spell, had done little to satiate his horniness. Then there was the bitch elf who fitted the ring. That had only been a preview, apparently.

Kali put her hand over his mouth, bent in, and whispered in his ear, "What is it that you want? Do you want me to make you shoot your seed? Of course, you do. I bet you have a lot. I hope you are a good human because I want to see you spill it. I want to rub it all over my body. I also hear the human seed tastes deliciously salty."

Did he want to cum--no--no way. He did not want this to end too quickly, both because of their prime command but also because he was weirdly enjoying their domination. It was frightening but exciting. However, he needed her to stop stimulating him if he was going to last. At least less effectively. With Scarlet, the more extended the foreplay, the less sensitive he became, but when he did orgasm, it was more intense. He could play this game.

She moved her hand from his mouth and said, "What do you have to say about that prisoner?"

"I want to lick your cunt, run my tongue up and down it, and taste your elf juices, Keeper Kali."

"You mean my cleft between my legs?"

"Yes, I want to give you pleasure, Keeper Kali."

"Interesting. He wants to service me, Keeper Seldanna. He is not yet begging to shoot his seed. Should I allow that? I'm not sure if he is stalling or if this is something that will torture him further."

"What do you think?" asked Seldanna. "What should a keeper do?"

"I would enjoy it. A keeper must enjoy her work."

"A bit unorthodox, but perhaps you are right about it getting him more aroused," said Seldanna, "or he could be stalling. Either way, it does not matter. I am curious as to whether these humans are of any use in that form of servitude. I would be surprised if they are as good as our males who are trained in the task. Where did you learn to service a female like that human?"

"Just by doing it, Keeper Seldanna. It is one of my favorite ways to please a woman."

"So, you enjoy it?" asked Seldanna.

"Yes, Keeper Seldanna, very much."

"Hmm--that's different; this could be interesting. I will allow you to please Keeper Kali in this way. If you are any good at it, perhaps you will be allowed to service me."

They pulled a chair from against the wall, which he had not seen before. They positioned it next to the tables. They proceeded to magically unbind his hands, rebind them behind his back; then they unbound his feet and led him over to in front of the chair by the leash attached to a collar around his neck and pulled him down to his knees. They laid the leash across the chair, and Kali sat down on it. Seldanna pulled it through the back of the chair, pulling his face tight into Kali's cunt. He swore her sex smelled like flowers. The leash must have been tied to the chair because he had no slack.

"Okay, human, you better do this well," said Seldanna. "I'll pull your sacks off if you don't."

No encouragement was needed. Using the techniques learned from many sessions with Scarlet, he went to work on the elf's delicious flesh. It was truly something he loved to Scarlet's delight. He licked along the folds of her cunt, just touching her clit, then gently sliding his tongue down into her hole. After a couple of delicate journeys, he increased the pressure. He seemed to be getting a positive response. Her juices were flowing. All right, how sensitive is an elf clit? He circled it with the tip of his tongue, getting some satisfying motions and moans. His focus was temporarily interrupted when Seldanna ran her hand between his legs and started playing with his cock. He refocused on Kali's pussy and tried to ignore Seldanna's stimulation. He started flicking his tongue up and down on her hard nub. It was working; this was clearly exciting her. It seemed that elves and humans were not too different. Could teasing her and raising her excitement in waves intensify her orgasm? It appeared that she was working up to something, and it was building. He increased the pressure, and she started to twist and jerk quite satisfactorily. He felt her pussy grasping and rippling, which was not a human response he was familiar with. She let out a long moan, and he felt spasms pass through her body. That had been easier than expected; he would have liked to drag it out longer. Maybe he would get a second chance. He continued to run his tongue along the folds of her pussy, but Seldanna put a stop to it. She undid the leash, but when he didn't stop, she pulled him back by his cock.