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Avia could not think straight anymore. All of her cognitive functions were focused on simply not going insane from the perpetual torture and teasing wrought upon by her the pulsating robs locked within her stretched asshole and urethra. Avia had long since ceased to care that her naked body was on display for anyone who might pass by. She did not care that her most shameful secret, the massive cock and balls hanging between her legs, was erect and jutting up towards the twin globes on her chest. All she wanted now was an end to the pulsations that reverberated across her entire body. Alas Avia was powerless to do anything about her circumstances, she couldn't even squirm or scream in response to the sensations, for Avia, once an honorable paladin, had been turned into a door by a perverted sorcerer

Her body was now a perfectly detailed relief carved from a single, massive piece of dark walnut. On the front of the door, a heavy ring connected her nipples and served as the knocker. Whenever someone lifted the knocker, Avia felt the heavy ring pulling her nipples. From the outside, however, the relief's breasts did not move at all. When the knocker fell upon the door, whoever had lifted the ring would simply hear the sound of metal hitting solid wood. Avia, whose mind felt everything as if she still had a body of flesh, felt the heavy knocker strike directly onto the exposed head of her petrified cock.

She did not know how long she had been trapped as the mage's door, there was nothing to reliably mark the passage of time. At apparently random intervals her vision and would suddenly snap open and Avia would see someone standing in front of her or just the empty hallway. Once she had seen a dark titan of a woman covered in red tattoos walking past, and her gaze had followed the woman's backside until she disappeared from view. Avia had no control over when her vision would return, the mage simply used the orb lodged in her mouth (that also held Avia's trapped mind) as a scrying sphere whenever he wanted.

On several occasions that titaness had appeared again. Whenever the mage was looking through Avia's orb at the woman, her vision always remained open longer. She was nearly as tall as Avia herself and just as muscled. Her skin was dark, coal black, and her entire body was covered in red tattoos that appeared to glow. Avia knew her entire body was tattooed because very little of it was covered. Her clothing consisted only of a pair of heavy boots and a few strips of leather dotted with metal plates, leaving very little to Avia's now arousal-fueled imagination. Her breasts were nearly has voluminous as Avia's and no obscene organ hung from her groin. To Avia, who had always gone into battle fully armored, the woman's clothing seemed impractical and more fitting of a harem dancer than a fighter. Avia only assumed she was a fighter because she always had a massive slung across her back. Avia wondered if the tattoos were actually protection spells, and whether the mage had done them so that she wold not have to cover herself with more practical armor. At first Avia had enjoyed the admiring her physique, her gauntlet of sexual torture and denial left little room for any other thoughts. But one look at the warrior's eyes sent chills down Avia's imprisoned spine. There was nothing friendly to be seen in those dark red eyes.

Avia did not seem to need food or drink and neither did she appear to sleep, at least not normally. If Avia did sleep, her dreams were identical to her waking thoughts. Over time she had actually come to enjoy the moments when someone would knock and the perpetual humming sensations would be interrupted by thunderclaps of pain. There was a time when Avia would have broken down in tears at the mere thought of someone knowing she had a cock, much seeing it, but now she longed for the moments when complete strangers would hit it with a large brass ball. Anything to break up the continuous vibrations emitting from the two rods.

The rod in her urethra was torture, but Avia now felt that she had brought this part of her torture upon herself. She did not think that the mage would have thought to add that he not known about the chastity belt that she had locked around her shameful dick for so long. Part of the belt's design had been a rod that was inserted into her cock, stemming the flow of pre that had developed over a long period of neglect. The mage had simply continued the ordeal that she herself had started.

The urethra plug was not the only intruder Avia had to endure, however. She also had to contend with the metal plug embedded deep within her ass. In addition to constantly pulsing and teasing her, the anal plug also served to anchor the doorknob that could be found on Avia's backside. To the casual observer, the rear of the door matched the front of the door in that it showed a relief of a stunning female figure, now the backside. The doorknob was in the rough center of the door, nestled between the figure's asscheeks. Whenever someone griped the doorknob, Avia could the plug in her ass shift and she knew that a different round of torture was about to begin.

The rods that stretched her urethra and ass worked like locking pins, although Avia suspected they existed more so for her torment than to physically bolt the door , since she knew the door was held shut by magic. If the doorknob was turned one way, then the plug in her ass would expand to where she felt as if it would split her apart and a thick rod covered in bumps and ridges would screw itself down into her cock. If the knob was twisted the other way, then the reverse would happen and the door could be freely opened. When the door was locked, not amount of pushing or pulling would move the door, although Avia knew a few people had tried, since it was the ring hanging from her nipples or the knob lodged in her ass that they would inevitably choose as a point of leverage. That dark-skinned warrior woman in particular always made a point of trying to push, pull, and sometimes kick the door open whenever her initial knock went unanswered. Avia had come to dread her appearances, but her abused cock nevertheless seemed to jump whenever the woman's boot swung up to strike her petrified balls.

The turning of the knob and the withdrawal of the rods meant that Avia's door was about to be opened and although that brought a break from the pulsing and humming plugs, whenever the door was opened Avia was thrown into a inferno of ecstacy. It felt as if her entire body, every curve and crack, was being licked by tongues of pure bliss. The initial burst was full of pleasure but it quickly turned to grief as Avia was reminded that there would never be any payoff for the pleasure. She would forever be suspended above the precipice of release, unable to push herself over the edge. When the door closed, the orchestra of pleasure would cease, leaving her drained but desperate for more, even though she knew there would be no release next time. Then the knob would be turned back and she'd again be impaled and skewered by the rods, left to endure the waves of teasing and denial. The mage had made it clear that Avia would receive no release, physically or sexually, from her ordeal and Avia had long since given up hope that he would show mercy.

"I've decided to let you burn off some of that pressure you've been building up." The mage's voice cut through her mind like a lightning bolt. He hadn't spoken directly to her since he first transformed her into a door. "I'm pleased to see that you've taken to your new role as my door so well but I've noticed your mind starting to slip recently" Avia still had no idea how long she'd been trapped. "I can't use your mind efficiently if you're rendered comatose but I'd rather not spend more time just keeping you sane. Luckily I figured out a way to calm you down that's not tedious." Avia expected him to continue but the wizard didn't say anything else. Avia called out, begging him not to leave her alone. What did he mean, what was he going to do to her? Was she going to be freed, was her ordeal of teasing and denial finally over? Through the haze of arousal Avia heard the heavy footfalls that heralded the arrival of the dark titaness. Right now that tormentor was the last thing Avia wanted. She'd rather be on her knees serving the sorcerer. She'd let him parade her naked through the streets as a trophy, anything was better than spending another moment as a door and suspended out over the edge of orgasmic -

BLAM!

Avia cried out in her mind as a thick boot collided with her balls. The dark wood did not splinter or dent but Avia felt the impact as if her jewels were still tender flesh. Her vision returned and she saw the onyx-skinned warrior standing with her arms crossed. When the mage did not respond she swung her foot forward, again striking Avia's exposed testicles. The carved relief did not move or make any sound other than a wooden echo but trapped inside Avia had been reduced whimpers. It felt as if the rods embedded within her reverberated when each kick. From behind her Avia heard the mage call out,

"If you want to speak with me, you will knock correctly." Avia watched a smile stretch across the woman's face as she reached out and lifted the heavy ring hanging from Avia's erect nipples. She played with it for a moment, levering it up and down, every movement transmitted to Avia as if the woman was tugging at her breasts. Then she slammed the knocker down onto Avia's waiting cock like it was a errant nail. Avia's cock jumped (or it would have had the organ not been a solid, richly detailed wood pole) at the abuse. It had spent so long neglected and locked down in a steel prison and now that is was free (somewhat) any contact, any stimulation sent tremors down its length and throughout Avia's body. The tentative knocks her prone cock usually received did not even compare to the treatment she got at the hands of this sadist. Despite the pain, Avia realized to her shame that some part of her was eagerly anticipating the shock and drawing some perverse pleasure for it. She wanted to believe that it was the constant teasing she had to endure but -

THUNK!

The knocker struck her dick again and Avia would have fallen to her knees had she not been cast and trapped as a relief in dark walnut wood. Her vision was unfocused, was the woman touching herself?

"Thank you, Veta," came the mage's voice from inside the room. It sounded like he was almost directly behind her, "but come back tonight. I'm in the middle of work and do not wish to be distracted."

"You've been locked in there for weeks now. You spend more time with this paladin than me." Avia shrunk at Veta's remark. She wasn't worthy of being called an paladin anymore, she was little more than a decoration now.

"I don't spend time with a door, it is merely positioned in close proximity to my work area. Speaking of which, I'm already behind on this project. If you come back tonight, you'll find me more than willing to entertain."

"I could just fuck your paladin here," remarked Veta offhandedly. Avia didn't register what she had heard at first, she was too occupied with what she felt. As Veta spoke she had leaned against Avia, pressing her breasts against the paladin's own endowments. Further down Avia felt something soft and warm rubbing against her permanently erect dick. Was this what the mage had been talking about? Had he summoned this woman bring an end to Avia's torment? No, he was probably just going to make Avia this sadist's plaything. But would that be so bad? Surely she could not serve this mistress as a door, he'd have to release her.

Avia's vision was red from the light pulsing off Veta's tattoos. This close Avia would see they were intricate runes that spiraled around her body, matching and emphasizing her natural curves. Veta leaned in close and wrapped her mouth around the orb in Avia's mouth. Avia's vision was again plunged into darkness but she could feel Veta's lips pressed against her own. For a moment Avia felt like she was freed and she wrapped her arms around Veta, hugging their bodies together. Between them Avia felt her cock pulse with pent-up energy finally able to-

"But I won't."

The words cut through Avia's mind, replacing the fantasy with Veta's fiendish smile. She brought her knee up, connecting again with Avia's testicles. Within the confines of her mind Avia cried out, wanting nothing more than to collapse into a ball of misery. But her body remained rigidly upright, ready to receive whatever was given and through the pain Avia could still feel her dick burning with need, reveling in any and all sensations.

"I'll return tonight and if your door isn't open, I'll turn her into splinters." Avia was almost certain that Veta meant what she said.

"You know what happened to the last person who broke my door," warned the mage, "I'm sure I'd find a suitable replacement again. Perhaps I'll use ebony wood this time" Veta did not reply and simply walked away. Avia's vision followed her ass as it swung back and forth before going dark again.

Nothing happened for a while. Avia could hear the mage moving around and she half expected Veta to return, did she want her to return? During her whole imprisonment Veta was the only person who talked about her as anything other than a door. She acknowledged that Avia was a person trapped in the shape of a door. But she was also the only one who actively abused her. The mage simply used her as a door, the periods of rhythmic teasing and moments of deafening pleasure were just the result of being locked or open. Other people either ignored the relief of a naked woman with a cock or purposefully knocked gently- inevitably having to knock again when their first attempt went unheard. Avia wondered how many of them knew someone was trapped inside. Sometimes her proffered breasts were struck and other times a knuckled fist would bounce along the shaft of her cock. But whenever Veta visited, it was always all of the above- and below. The arrival of a maid interrupted Avia's thoughts...or were they dreams?

At first she had enjoyed the maids' visits. Their efforts to polish the dark walnut wood translated to Avia as a full-body massage. Avia had also tired to used their visits as a way of measuring time but she had quickly lost track. But over time the reality that she could not obtain release had turned their visits into episodes of sensual torture- just like every other aspect of Avia's existence. Was the mage really going to give her relief from all this? One maid seemed to particularly enjoy polishing Avia's front and it did not take Avia long to realize this was who had shown up. She always started at the edges and worked inwards saving, as Avia had come to learn, her favorite parts for last.

Once she had taken care of the negative space the maid would slowly drag her cloth down and up Avia's limbs, caressing the muscles captured in dark, smooth wood. She'd then move up to her face and wiped it clean as if she was applying makeup. After that she'd move down to Avia's massive breasts. Even before she was entrapped in wood, Avia's chest had always been firm and round, a source of personal pride for her. Now they served only to bear the weight of the heavy brass ring pierced through her nipples. Sometimes Avia wondered if the mage had attached the ring before her transformation as she could feel the weight of the ring and when she'd been shown her body, it was obvious that her breasts were being pulled together and tugged downwards by the weight.

The oiled cloth glided over the trapped globes with slow spirals, circling towards the middle. Avia tensed when the maid reached her nipples. They had always been a sensitive part of her body but since her imprisonment they had become two buttons of heat and pleasure. The circling strokes tightened and swirled around the nubs, never failing to translate as a flicking and twisting sensation for Avia. Next to be polished was the ring and while Avia dreaded the tugging and pulling, the worst was yet to come.

If the attention given to her breasts was maddening, then the treatment of her petrified dick was agony. Avia had long since given up trying to decide which was worse: having her intimate parts abused with blunt-force trauma or sensual massages that promised nothing but unfulfilled teasing. She wondered if the maid's actually thought they were helping her, maybe they didn't know that Avia couldn't achieve orgasm from their hands gliding across every inch of her naked body. Avia could feel the oiled cloth tracing each vein along her length. The maid's other hand was busy with her balls, probably buffing out whatever scuffs Veta had left. Soon Avia felt both hands on her cock and she braced herself for the soft, yet firm and energetic strokes that the maids used when polishing the column of chocolate wood her dick had been reduced to.

But nothing happened.

Instead Avia only heard a pair of feet quickly retreating. She pleaded for the maid to come back before remembering that the maid could not hear and shamefully realized that she was begging someone to resume sexually torturing her. Those thoughts quickly evaporated when she heard the ominous footsteps that only belonged to one person. Was it evening already? How much time had passed? Avia still didn't know if her status allowed or required sleep- if she did sleep, her dreams were identical to what transpired while she was awake.

As the footfalls grew louder Avia's vision returned and began to swivel around. It quickly came to rest on the returning Veta and Avia felt her heart (can cock) jump at the sight of her. Veta's clothing had left little to the imagination but now Avia didn't even need that. The amazon was completely naked- red tattoos did in face cover every inch of her body, all seeming to converge on a stylized V just above that part of the female body Avia had always wished she'd possessed. Veta pressed herself against Avai's wooden body, so close that Avia's vision was fogged by her breath. Again Avia felt something soft against her exposed shaft and suddenly she remembered what the mage had said earlier. She was finally going to feel relief! The continuous ordeals, the torture and teasing of her obscene body was near an end. Avia hardly cared what they would do to her, so long as she got to release her pent-up frustrations! From behind her, Avia heard the mage call out,

"Come in, Veta." Avia watched as Veta straightened up and took a step back. As she brought her booted foot back, Avia realized with horror what she was intended to do, it was practically a greeting between them at this point. The muscled titaness swung her foot forward and up, connecting as always with Avia's prone, engorged balls. But rather than reverberating heavily, instead the door swung open. Avia felt the impact of Veta's foot and the unmistakable jolt that ran up and down the length of her cock, but never before had the abuse been followed immediately by the inferno of pleasure and bliss that occurred whenever the door was open. The effect was to send the thunderbolt of pain in her balls coursing across her entire body. For a moment Avia was sure she had just climaxed but sobbed when she realized it was just shock. She was still held teetering over the edge, and when she looked up she saw that Veta was holding her.

Finally Veta released the door, bringing both it and the cacophony of pleasure to a close. Avia's vision remained blank but she could hear everything clearly- clearer than usual, in fact; the mage must have done something.

"I'm glad you arrived ready and willing," said the mage

"You made me wait long enough," replied Veta. Her voice was moving, as if she was circling the room. "It's not as if I can entertain myself what with these runes you carved across my body."

"I don't recall you complaining before. In fact I seem to remember you asking that I perform the ritual specifically."

"Had I known the spell would count everything, even my own hands, as "invasive penetration" I wouldn't have let you weave this armor over every nook and cranny."

"Just as well I know the perfect counter spell," was the mage's retort

"Shame no one else does," remarked Veta.

"Enough banter," said the mage as he snapped his fingers. Instantly Avia felt a cold sensation envelope her body. Not uncomfortable or freezing, just a gentle, numbing chill. Her cock and balls, however, remains warm and alert- even more so now that they were her only source of sensation. At the same moment Avia felt her body go numb she heard Veta cry out and hit the floor.

"What have you done to me?" she shouted, "my whole body is on fire! Oh gods please remove these runes now!" Veta screamed again "I just came, all you did was touch my tit. Oh gods do it again!" Instead of more screams Avia heard the mage speak again,

"What you're feeling is just under a year's worth of repressed sexual energy, collected by my lovely door over there." Avia felt a chill run up her spine despite the numbness. Was this how the mage intended to calm her down? The mage continued, ignoring Veta's continuing moans and pleading,

"You're going to help me burn off that paladin's overloaded sexdrive. It's easy to transfer sensations between two living creatures, but the hard part is keeping it a one way system. Luckily for you, my dear Veta," the mage must have touched her again because Veta's moans were momentarily replaced with screams, "the only side effect is that your own sensitivity is much sharper. But what's pleasure without a little pain."

"As soon as I'm able to walk," groaned Veta, "I'm gonna fuck you until neither of us can." Avia slumped forward in despair, or she would have if she wasn't petrified standing straight with her tits and cock on display. She was almost glad that she could still feel the burning desire emanating from her dick- at least that was something she still had. The mage must have read her mind (of course he could, there was nothing she could keep secret from him) because at that moment the gentle numbness that enveloped the rest of her body descended over her trapped cock and balls. From inside the rooms she hear the mage groan, likely as his own cock became linked with hers.

"Oh fuck," was all he said.

"Yes," agreed Veta, "Let's."

Avia couldn't feel anything, but she could hear everything. She listened, defeated and sobbing, as the pair the climaxes and orgasms that she'd been so long denied. After a while the sounds of their lovemaking because nothing more than mocking laughter to her.

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"Two gods-damned days!" Veta's shout startled Avia from her stupor, "you managed to keep that wizard going for two days! And I'm STILL tingling everywhere thanks to you!" Avia felt a hand grasp the knob lodged between her buttcheeks and yank. The locking pins were still in place so all it accomplished was making Avia groan. She had to admit, she did feel better. She could actually think about something other than sex and the perpetually humming locking pins were simply distracting rather than maddening. Occasionally the terrifying thought crossed her mind that the denial and teasing would simply build back up- but right now she was enjoying a moment, however brief, of clarity.

All of that was destroyed when Veta yanked on the knob again, dragging the door open and assaulting Avia with tongues of pleasure across her entire body. Veta ran her hands over the paladin's breasts. To Avia, lightning seems to be crackle from the amazon's touch. Avia's vision flickered on and she could see Veta standing in front of her, holding the door open. She was wearing one of the mage's robes, it was clearly too small and left much of her chest on display. As she spoke, Veta began stroking the underside of Avia's cock,

"I don't know when you plan on returning," she reached around and began twisting the knob back and forth, causing the rods in Avia urethra and ass to retract, expand, and contract at such a rate to make her scream, "but I'm gonna make sure this whore is nice and charged up by then." Avia's vision went dark, leaving her only with the feeling for being sexually tortured by the dark amazon. Just before she lost her sight, Avia saw Veta pick up a large book and drop it at the base of the door, preventing it from closing. Avia wanted to scream, she wanted to grab Veta and pin her down and fuck her until they both were broken. But despite her mind's misery and tortured frustration her body remaining standing, proudly offering its intimate parts to be teased and abused by whoever wished.

Veta accepted the invitation, flipping the doorknocker up and letting it fall on the slut paladin's erect dick. Occasionally she'd give the knob in its ass a few turns, almost certain she could hear the freak begging for mercy... or was it pleading for more? Absent mindedly she gave the prone balls a kick, wishing they were actual flesh so she could get them again as they swung back. A maid appeared and before the girl could escape Veta took the cloth and oil from her. She figured it was time to give the door a good polishing.