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Perils of Arrius Keep: Chapter 2 for MishaDurr and Faceless_Lord by Draconicon

J'Raksha bit his lip as the fires continued to burn under his feet. Everlasting Flame might be something, as his torturer put it, for long lasting torches, campfires, and even forges in the future, but the Khajiit was pretty sure that it would stay in the realm of torture for a long time to come. His feet felt like they were utterly soaked in a protective layer of sweat, and even that no longer felt like much protection, particularly as it dripped off into the flame and hissed back up as steam against his tortured soles.

This is wrong...they can't keep this up for much longer, can they? They have to...have to run out of ideas soon...

The Khajiit hissed again as the steam rushed up against his feet, just hot enough to feel like it might burn him that time without actually doing it. The sensation reminded him of his time in Morrowind, on the slave plantations when the masters punished slaves by putting them by hot oil and -

He shook his head. He didn't want to think about it. He wouldn't think about it.

The torture had been going for hours now, and J'Raksha had no idea how much longer it would go on for. The plans could have him down here for another day, or weeks, or anything in between. Doubtless, the elves thought that he had information that they could use. Or at least, the Telvanni torturer had convinced them; either way, it meant that he was stuck until he gave up the information they wanted or someone came to rescue him.

And he hoped that it would be the latter, and soon. Do'Randargo knew that they'd need reinforcements if he was caught, but his partner was rash...he might try and do something stupid. J'Raksha just hoped that he didn't.

The sound of footsteps finally caught his attention, getting just loud enough to be heard over the crackling of the fire. The Khajiit whipped his head up, looking about for the source of the sound in the dark, empty dungeon. Despite the fires at his feet, he couldn't see further than a foot or two in front of him. Even his species' night vision wasn't enough to see in this darkness.

It wasn't until a hand pressed down on his shoulders that he realized that the elf was behind him.

"You've been very quiet, beast. Is the fire not to your liking?"

He could just imagine the smile on the bastard behind him, and the feline hissed under his breath as he looked over his shoulder. The fingers were already gone, or he would have bitten them, but the elf was still there, those red eyes looking at him with all the condescension he remembered.

"This one is fine. The fire...is fine."

"I suppose I should have guessed that an animal like you would be used to heat. Coming from the desert, and then from my own province -"

J'Raksha tensed up, but tried to disguise it as a sniff. He had never mentioned anything about his past. Did the elf know something? Had something been given away? No, no, the torturer had to be fishing for information. Well, he wouldn't get it.

"- you wouldn't be bothered by heat. But we have other ways of tending to you. And I...well, I am not a torturer for skill alone."

The elf laughed, and as magical light filled the room, the fire went out. J'Raksha had only a moment's relief before his body was moved around, his entire frame lit up with a purplish energy, his body manipulated until it was pointed around in a different position. His feet were pushed up in the air, and his clothes - ragged as they were - fell down against his chest. Were it not for the fact that his legs were closed, his sheath would have been all too visible, and he blushed at the thought.

The Telvanni took several steps around him, and the L-shaped Khajiit started to worry about what the mage had in mind. The previous tortures had been difficult enough, but at least he'd been seated normally for it. Now that he was like this, he had a bad feeling about what would come next. Particularly as heat was being taken out of the equation.

Finally, the mage settled with one hand on the Khajiit's feet, his nails pricking into the pads along the underside. J'Raksha did his best to ignore it, but it was hard when the elf was twitching his fingers every so often, dragging the ornate nails along his soles in random ways.

"I believe that you...yes, cold will do well for you."

"Co-AWWW!"

The feline screamed as a sudden spike of cold pressed against his overheated feet. It almost felt like it would crack the skin along his feet as the sweat froze all of a sudden, making a tight squeeze around the middle of his right foot. The Khajiit shivered like crazy, and it only got worse as the cold spread along his sole, dragged further and further out by the elf's fingernail as it approached his toes.

Even as he curled them in a vain attempt to protect them, J'Raksha felt them freeze in place, even the claws stuck in position. With the ice covering it, his foot was completely paralyzed, and with the mage's magical grip on his ankles, he couldn't move it away. He bit his lip, but even then his whimpers still got through, particularly as the ice spread further and further down over his heel, freezing wherever there was sweat enough to do it.

J'Raksha was whimpering, almost tearing up from the treatment, remembering everything that had happened before. The memories were coming faster than he could squelch them. The times when the master had hung him up and dragged hot oil over his feet. When he'd been held in the waters off of a boat, with meat on his toes to lure slaughterfish. When he'd been stripped and left naked in the fields, with roots up his ass and with the great netches circling around him curiously. All of them came, and he shivered, whimpering...and hardening.

His legs were spread slightly at the thighs as his sheath started to firm up, and he gasped as he felt a bit of his cock poke free. J'Raksha shook his head, trying to push his legs together, but it was too late.

"Mm-hmm, what do we have here?"

The Khajiit hated that condescending, knowing, yet still curious tone, and he blushed and snarled as his legs were forcibly spread. The ice had spread down his leg, all the way up to his knee, and bits of frost touched the arch of his other foot. But that was nothing compared to the humiliation of having his cock exposed in front of the Telvanni, and seeing that grin spread even further on the elf's dark face.

"My my, you did have some interesting times. The fact that this doesn't shrink that away...yes, you will be good for my habits."

"This one...hates you..."

"And this one doesn't care, beast."

He groaned, and tried to kick out at the torturer, but it meant nothing. His legs were too tightly bound, and the boot of ice that covered one leg kept him from even bending his knee. J'Raksha groaned again, whimpering at the sheer helplessness that he was kept under.

The torturer didn't let him rest, either. The ice began to spread down his other foot, and the feline shivered as the heavy cold sapped his energy and his stamina. He curled his toes and flexed his muscles as much as he could, trying to crack the ice, but it only made it worse. By the time that the ice reached down to his knee again, his left foot was pointed out, almost like a dancer, while the right was flat and forming another angle against his leg. The mismatch made it all the more uncomfortable as he laid on his back.

The torturer stepped away from him, chuckling and writing stuff down in a notebook, while J'Raksha panted and shivered. The cold was settling in through his entire lower body, but even that didn't kill his erection. If anything, that - and particularly the torturous extreme cold along his feet - only made his cock that much harder.

A few minutes later, the torturer looked up from his notes again.

"Yes, yes, I suppose I should ask...Are you willing to tell me where your forces are? What numbers they are, and all the other things that my superiors would want to know?"

J'Raksha looked over at the elf, and slowly opened his mouth. However, the Telvanni chuckled and shook his head.

"Doubtlessly more defiance waits to burst from your lips. But I don't have the need to listen to something like that. Not right now, at the very least; I have all the inspiration for further torture that I need. Later, perhaps, when my enthusiasm begins to wane, I'll let you rant and rave and shout at me. But until then, information or nothing, please."

"This one..."

The elf looked up.

"This one says...Oblivion take you..."

"Right. Defiance. Well, I did warn you."

The Telvanni shook his head, and pointed his finger. J'Raksha had just enough time to see the blast of light before a lightning bolt smashed against the ice along his legs. He threw back his head - almost cracking it against the ground - and screamed at the top of his lungs as the electricity zapped through the entire case of ice around his leg, zapping everything from his knees down, and then spreading through the rest of his legs. It went all the way up to his waist, sending his erection up to its highest point, before heading down his other leg.

But rather than fading, it jumped from his flattened foot to his pointed toes, and started the journey all over again. The crackling lightning left him howling, squirming as much as he could in the mage's bonds as the burning energy zapped up and down his legs. Each time it passed through his crotch, his cock danced, bouncing to the crackling pace of the lightning, before slowly falling down again as it went down his other leg.

It happened again and again for almost five minutes before the energy finally faded away. J'Raksha panted softly, collapsing against the floor, though his legs stayed up in the air. He didn't say anything; he was too busy trying to catch his breath.

The elf was standing over him again, he realized, and he glared up at him.

"What do...what do you want?"

"A little information. On a scale of one to ten -"

J'Raksha growled, almost biting at the elf's legs. The only reason he missed was because the Telvanni was too fast.

"Pity."

The elf turned away. J'Raksha tried to pull his head together, tried to think of something other than the cold. If only Do'Randargo could get there, then he could be free again. If only -

The elf cleared his throat, and the Khajiit slowly turned to look at him at the door.

"We have one more thing for you. A friend."

J'Raksha blinked, then went wide eyed. No. It couldn't be. They couldn't take his hope from him like this. It wasn't -

But it was. The door opened, and in chains, was Do'Randargo. His friend, and his only hope, was captured and imprisoned with him.

The End